Three weeks ago, I was sitting in the drawing room with Julie. She has been allowed to stay here, as my guest, although Joseph has gone to Switzerland. Count Rosen came in and said:

"Monsieur Fouche is here, you Highness."

I hate that man. But he always knows the latest news, so I told Rosen to bring him in.

"I hope I dont disturb Your Highness," said Fouche.

"Not at all," I replied. "I was writing a letter to His Majesty, and I dont like writing letters."

"Which Majesty?" Fouche asked.

"Which?" said Julie sharply. "King Louis XVIII, of course. Hes the only Majesty in France now, isnt he?"

"Last week he was. Today he isnt," Fouche answered with a mysterious smile.

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