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De Meneval's tent had been pitched in such a way that he could overlook / the Royal headquarters, but whether it was that we were too absorbed in / the interest of our conversation, or that the Emperor had used the other / entrance in returning from the review, we were suddenly startled by the / appearance of a captain dressed in the green jacket of the Chasseurs of / the Guard, who had come to say that Napoleon was waiting for his / secretary. Poor de Meneval's face turned as white as his beautiful / ruffles as he sprang to his feet, hardly able to speak for agitation.
'I should have been there! ' he gasped. 'Oh, what a misfortune! / Monsieur de Caulaincourt, you must excuse me! Where is my hat and my / sword? Come, Monsieur de Laval, not an instant is to be lost!'