Everyone here switch rough and cracks our geographical, gothic rods near a monument.

Empress Josephine was so much pleased with this story,
that your mother had the scene painted on a cup, and presented it to the
empress, in order to afford her a gratification. And what do you think,
Louis--this cup was also the cause of a punishment being remitted your
cousin, the King of Rome, who now lives in Vienna!"

"Tell me all about it, Louise," said the prince, smiling.

"You shall hear it! Your mother had instructed me to take the cup to
Malmaison to the empress. But before going, I endeavored to obtain some
news about the little King of Rome for the empress. Your good
grandmother loved him as though he had been her own child, although she
had never seen him. I therefore went to the Tuileries to see the little
King of Rome, with whose governess, Madame de Montesquieu, I was
intimately acquainted. On entering the apartment, I saw the king
cowering behind a chair in a corner of the room; Madame de Montesquieu
intimated by a look that he was undergoing a punishment; I understood
it, and first conversed with his governess for a short time. When I then
turned and approached him, he concealed the tearful, flushed face, that
his long blond curls covered as with a golden veil, whenever he moved
behind the chair.

"'Sire,' said Madame de Montesquieu to him, 'sire, do you not intend to
bid Mademoiselle de Cochelet good-morning? She came here expressly
to see you.'

"'Your majesty does not recognize me,' said I, attempting to take his
small hand in mine. He tore it from me, and cried in a voice almost
choked with sobbing: 'She will not let me look at the soldiers of
my papa!'

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