"Now, I saw that the person who was nearest to my General Junot was his secretary.
One day, when I was at Paris, the emperor, I was told, was to review his troops in the courtyard of the Tuileries; so I dressed myself in my best,--it was a grenadier's uniform,--a comrade wrote on a piece of paper my desire; and, with my paper in my hand, I posted myself near a battalion of lancers.

'The emperor will see me here,' said I.In truth, he did come; he did see me.

He came towards me, and, with the look that pierced me through,--ten thousand bullets! as the plough cuts through the ground,--'Are you not an Egyptian, my grenadier ?' he asked me.

(You know, Corsican, he called all of us Egyptians who had fought with him in Egypt.) 'Yes, my Emperor,' I replied, so glorified to see that he recognized me, that, my faith! my heart swelled and swelled, so that I thought it would crack with pride, and burst my coat open.

The emperor took the paper I held out toward him.