It had taken the Earl a long time to go to sleep as he listened to Lynetta’s soft breathing.
He awoke early and, slipping out of bed so as not to waken her, he went into his dressing room.
He drew back the curtains and looked out over the beauty of the Tuileries gardens. They had been restored to their past glory since Bonaparte had come to The Palace.
He found it extraordinary that one man should have changed the rampaging horror, terror and disruption of French life so quickly.
There was no doubt, the Earl mused, whatever his many enemies might say of him, that Bonaparte was a great man.
At the same time he had no wish to stay as his guest for any longer than was absolutely necessary.
He decided he would tell Daguerre to send for the furniture from the Château as quickly as possibl
