CHAPTER V.
"And what do you think of this latest comedy, the coronation at Milan ?" asked Anna Pavlovna, "and of the comedy of the people of Genoa and Lucca laying their petitions before Monsieur Buonaparte, and Monsieur Buonaparte sitting on a throne and granting the petitions of the nations?
Adorable! It is enough to make one's head whirl! It is as if the whole world had gone crazy." Prince Andrew looked Anna Pavlovna straight in the face with a sarcastic smile.
"'Dieu me la donne, gare a qui la touche!' * They say he was very fine when he said that," he remarked, repeating the words in Italian: "'Dio mi l'ha dato.

Guai a chi la tocchi!'" * God has given it to me, let him who touches it beware! "I hope this will prove the last drop that will make the glass run over," Anna Pavlovna continued.

"The sovereigns will not be able to endure this man who is a menace to everything." "The sovereigns?
I do not speak of Russia," said the vicomte, polite but hopeless: "The sovereigns, madame...

What have they done for Louis XVII, for the Queen, or for Madame Elizabeth?
Nothing!" and he became more animated.

"And believe me, they are reaping the reward of their betrayal of the Bourbon cause.