We must confess, de Meneval, that he plays upon us.

In nothing else do I see so clearly his wonderful cleverness.

He will not let us be too friendly lest we combine.

He has set his Marshals against each other until there are hardly two of them on speaking terms.

Look how Davoust hates Bernadotte, or Lannes and Bessieres, or Ney and Massena.