"Nonsense! 'Tis only Napoleon's Grotto."
"This garden belongs to your uncle Fesch: has he given this dark hole to Napoleon?"
"No, Panoria; my great-uncle has not given him this grotto. But as he often comes and spends hours in it by himself, we all call it Napoleon's Grotto."
"And what can he be doing there?"
"Talking to himself."
"What about?"
"Oh, I don't know: a variety of things. But come, help me to gather a large bunch of flowers."
"Just now, when we were on the lower walk, you told me not to pull any, although there was abundance of sweet ones."
"Yes; but that was in my uncle the canon's garden.
"And are his flowers more sacred than those of uncle Fesch?"