"Death," replied St. Just. "It was partly the thought of that, that made me ask you to let me be with you on your next campaign."
"But," said Buonaparte, "that may not be for months."
"No, no, sir," rejoined St. Just, "scarcely that, since you are about to inspect the forces for the invasion of England, in accordance with the plans of the Directoire."
"I had not thought of that," said Buonaparte. "In any case be assured of my protection; I will watch over you."
"And yourself, General. See that you do that, for Barras will not be gratified at his failure."
"I will take care of myself; but my time of danger is not yet. To-day is the 6th, is it not?"
"The 7th, sir," replied St. Just, glancing at a clock whose hand pointed to the hour of three. "We did not leave the Luxembourg till after midnight."
"True," said Buonaparte, smiling; "and the Directoire are to receive me publicly on the 10th, is it not?"
"That is so," said St. Just.
"Bien, I myself will tell Barras of the adventure that befell me; and I will watch the effect of my intelligence upon him. Till then, adieu." St. Just shook hands, first with Josephine, then with the General and, bowing, left them.