count. "I took the liberty of informing you likewise of OUR
ultimatum, general," he said, gently, "and I am sorry to be
compelled to declare that I shall have to leave this place unless
our terms be acceded to. But in that case, I shall hold YOU
responsible for the blood of the thousands which may be shed in
consequence."

Bonaparte jumped up, with flaming eyes, and lips quivering with
rage.

"You dare to threaten me!" he shouted, angrily. "You resort to
subterfuge after subterfuge. Then you are determined to have war?
Very well, you shall have it."

He extended his arm hastily and seized the precious cup which the
Empress Catharine had given to Count Cobenzl, and, with an impetuous
motion, hurled it to the ground, where it broke to pieces with a
loud crash.

"See there!" he shouted in a thundering voice. "Your Austrian
monarchy shall be shattered like this cup within less than three
months. I promise you that."

Without deigning to cast another glance upon the two gentlemen, he
hurried with rapid steps to the door, and left the room.

Pale with anger and dismay, Count Cobenzl stared at the debris of
the precious cup, which so long had been the pride and joy of his
heart.