suffer him to depart in anger? Have you been authorized to do that?"

"Will you try to command the storm to stand still?" asked Count
Cobenzl.

"Yes, I will try, for we must not break off the negotiations in this
way and recommence hostilities. We must conciliate this terrible
warrior!"

He rushed out of the room, and hastened through the anteroom and
down-stairs to the front door.

Bonaparte had already entered his carriage; his escort had formed in
line, the driver had seized the reins and whip in order to give the
impatient horses the signal to start.

At this moment, the pale and humble face of the Marquis de Gallo
appeared at the carriage door. Bonaparte did not seem to see him.
Leaning back into the cushions, he gloomily looked up to heaven.

"General," said the marquis, imploringly, "I beseech you not to
depart!"

"Marquis," replied Bonaparte, shrugging his shoulders, "it does not
become me to remain peaceably among my enemies. War has been
declared, for you have not accepted my ultimatum."

"But, general, I take the liberty to inform you that the Austrian
plenipotentiaries have resolved to accept your ultimatum."
Bonaparte's marble countenance did not betray the slightest emotion