and snuggled his whiskered face close to hers, and vowed if there was money enough in France to buy him, he should be hers.
The chauffeur was then sent for Jean. The old man came bowing and smiling to the car. But when he heard what the actress wanted of him his face fell. If he had not been in the presence of a very great lady whom all France loved, he would have sworn at the idea of selling his dog. But instead, being a Frenchman, he wept.
"Madame," he said hoarsely, "lama soldier, and can a soldier of France sell Napoleon?"
It was a pertinent question, but Madame began counting out shining louis until old Jean's eyes bulged from his head.
