Napoleon, praised by Talleyrand, bought by Castlereagh, interpreted by Metternich. Should he not then know what it was, its value, its potency, and its sweetness, why men died for it, and delicate women who loved them cheered them on? Once also in later years a beautiful woman cried to me, with white arms outstretched, that to be free was life, was all in all, the heart's one satisfaction. Her I pressed, seeking to know wherein lay the attraction and allurement that fired her to such extravagance. And I told her what the Prince had said to me half-way through his pinch of snuff.
"'Sire,' said he, 'to become free—what is it? It is to change your master."
The lady let her arms fall to her side, reflected a moment, smiled, and said:
"The Prince was no fool, sire."
As the result of this day that I have described, I had become free. I had changed my master. We did not, however, pay any more visits to the Countess.
