At that hour he awakened and summoned the officer on duty.

Marteau presented himself.

The Emperor, as refreshed by his two hours of sleep as if he had spent the night in a comfortable bed, addressed the young man familiarly.

None could unbend better than he.
"My good Marteau," he began.

"But stop--Monsieur le Comte d'Aumenier"-- he smiled--"I have not forgot.