"Here, Mees Betsy," he cried; "I have brought your dress. I hope you are a good girl now, and that you will like the ball; and mind you dance with Gorgaud."
"Yes, yes!" said Betsy, too happy to get her dress to oppose any suggestion, although General Gorgaud was no favorite of hers and she had a long-standing feud with him.
"You will find your roses still fresh," said the Emperor. "I ordered them arranged and pulled out, in case any were crushed."
To the little girl's delight, when she examined her gown she found that no harm had been done it, in spite of the rough treatment it had received at Napoleon's hands.
"I wish you were going, sire," she said politely, as he walked beside the horses to the end of the bridle path.
"Ah, balls are not for me," he replied, shaking his head. Then he stopped.
"Whose house is that?" he asked, pointing to a house in the valley far beneath. "It is beautifully situated," he continued; "some time I shall visit it. Come, Las Cases, we must not detain the party."
