at me.

I said my father told me Bonaparte was a great soldier, and begged to
know if he had been deceived.

"Oh!" Miss Chantry responded in a tone which slighted Thomas Williams.
"Well! I will tell you facts. Napoleon Bonaparte is one of the worst and
most dangerous men that ever lived. He sets the world by the ears, and
carries war into every country of Europe. That is his youngest brother
yonder--that superfine gallant, in the long-tailed white silk coat down
to his heels, and white small-clothes, with diamond buckles in his
shoes, and grand lace stock and ruffles. Jerome Bonaparte spent last
winter in Baltimore; and they say he is traveling in the north now to
forget a charming American that Napoleon will not let him marry. He has
got his name in the newspapers of the day, and so has the young lady.
The French consul warned her officially. For Jerome Bonaparte may be
made a little king, with other relations of your great soldier."

The young man who might be made a little king was not as large as I was
myself, and had a delicate and womanish cut of countenance. I said he
was not fit for a king, and Miss Chantry retorted that neither was
Napoleon Bonaparte fit for an emperor.

"What is an emperor?" I inquired.

"A chief over kings," Doctor Chantry put in. "Bonaparte is a conqueror
and can set kings over the countries he has conquered."

I said that was the proper thing to do. Miss Chantry glared at me. She
had weak hair like her brother, but her eyes were a piercing blue, and