"Yes, sire."
"Go on."
Thus, as on the former occasion, when he put a similar question in almost the same words, he gave the same order and set off as rapidly.
That same night Napoleon slept at the Élysée.
It was exactly three months to the day since his return from the isle of Elba and his re-entrance into the Tuileries.
Only, between the 20th March and the 20th of June, an abyss had opened which had swallowed up his fortunes.
That abyss was Waterloo!