"Napoleon would never forgive us, and his nails are sharp." "And what does he do in his grotto ?" asked the inquisitive Panoria.
"Oh, he talks to himself," Eliza replied.
"My! but that is foolish," cried Panoria; "and stupid too." "Then, so are you to say so," Eliza retorted.

"I tell you what is true.
My brother Napoleon comes here every day.

He stays in his grotto for hours.

He talks to himself.

I know what I am saying for I have come here lots and lots of times just to listen.