in fun, for he is really very kind-hearted," concluded Betsy.
"All the same I don't enjoy the thought of having dinner with him," responded the practical Jane. "I've half a mind not to go."
"Oh, Jane, that would never do! What would the Emperor think? After you have been invited, too. Besides, mother wouldn't let you stay away. An invitation from royalty is a command."
"But Napoleon isn't—"
"Hush," cried Betsy, not wishing to hear her new friend belittled. She always took offence if any one called him prisoner.
In spite of her professed distaste for the dinner, Jane would have been disappointed had she been obliged to stay at home. She set out gayly enough, proud in her secret heart that she was to have the honor of being in the company of the great man.
Nine o'clock, Napoleon's dinner hour, was late for the little girls. As they entered his apartment the Emperor greeted them cordially, meeting them with extended hands, and a moment after, Cipriani, his maitre d'hotel, stood at the door.
