It would require strategy to get clear of him.
"It's time you remembered me," returned Napoleon Bonaparte, petulantly.
"They told me that you had died years ago, but I knew better.

Now that I have found you, we'd better start for France at once.

Have you your court robes with you?
And what have you done with your crown?
You are dressed like a peasant." He was disdainfully eyeing her brown, linen gown.
In spite of her danger, Grace could scarcely repress a laugh.

It all seemed so ludicrous.

Then a sudden thought seized her.
"You see, I have nothing fit to travel in," she said.