"Much, sire, that she foretold happened."
"I will hear her," said Napoleon; "come with me."
And he went down the staircase leading to his room; followed by his secretary.
They walked along a corridor, and passed through a side door into an inner court of the Tuileries; here stood a plain carriage with two black horses, a coachman, not in livery, sat on the box; it looked like a doctor's carriage.
The emperor stepped in.
Piétri followed him and cried to the coachman, "5, Rue Tournon."
The carriage started at a brisk trot, and drove down the Rue de Rivoli.
A second carriage, equally unremarkable, followed at a little distance.
It contained the chief of the palace police, and one of his officers.
In the old part of Paris, near the palace of the Luxembourg, is the Rue Tournon, one of those ancient streets bearing the stamp of past times, with low houses, old sashes, and small windows. The emperor's carriage stopped before No. 5; Piétri went first through a large open doorway leading into a small porte-cochère. The emperor followed him. The second carriage stopped at the corner of the street, its occupants got out, and began smoking and chatting as they slowly paced the trottoir.