cowled more than before； and grinned malignantly。
Observing the disagreeable impression made on Balashov by this reception； Davoust raised his head； and asked him frigidly what he wanted。
Assuming that such a reception could only be due to Davoust’s being unaware that he was a general on the staff of Alexander； and his representative indeed before Napoleon； Balashov hastened to inform him of his rank and his mission。 But； contrary to his expectations； Davoust became even surlier and ruder on hearing Balashov’s words。
“Where is your despatch？” he said。 “Give it to me。 I will send it to the Emperor。”
Balashov said that he was under orders to hand the document to the Emperor in person。
“The commands of your Emperor are obeyed in your army； but here；” said Davoust； “you must do what you are told。”
And； as though to make the Russian general still more sensible of his dependence on brute force； Davoust sent the adjutant for the officer on duty。
Balashov took out the packet that contained the Tsar’s letter； and laid it on the table （a table consisting of a door laid across two tubs with the hinges still hanging on it）。 Davoust took the packet and read the address on it。
“You are perfectly at liberty to show me respect or not； as you please；” said Balashov。 “But； permit me to observe that I have the honour to serve as a general on the staff of his majesty…”
Davoust glanced at him without a word； and plainly derived satisfaction from signs of emotion and confusion on Balashov’s face。
“You will be shown what is fitting；” he said； and putting the envelope in his pocket he walked out of the barn。
A minute later an adjutant of the marshal’s； Monsieur de Castre； came in and conducted Balashov to the quarters that had been assigned him。
He dined that day in the barn with the marshal； sitting down to the door laid across the tubs。
Next day Davoust went out early in the morning； but before starting he sent for Balashov； and told him peremptorily that he begged him to remain there； to move on with the baggage…waggons should the command be given to do so； and to have no conversation with any one but Monsieur de Castre。
After four days spent in solitude and boredom； with a continual sense of dependence and insignificance； particularly galling after the position of power which he had hitherto occupied； after several marches with the marshal’s baggage and the French troops； who were in possession of the whole district； Balashov was brought back to Vilna； now occupied by the French； and re…entered the town by the very gate by which he had left it four days earlier。
Next day the Emperor’s gentleman…in…waiting； Count de Turenne； came to Balashov with a message that it was the Emperor Napoleon’s pleasure to grant him an audience。
Four days before sentinels of the Preobrazhensky regiment had been on guard before the very house to which Balashov was conducted。 Now two French grenadiers were on duty before it； wearing fur caps and blue uniforms open over the breast； while an escort of hussars and Uhlans； and a brilliant suite of adjutants； pages； and generals were waiting for Napoleon to come out； forming a group round his saddle…horse at the steps and his Mameluke； Rustan。 Napoleon received Balashov in the very house in Vilna from which Alexander had despatched him。
Chapter 6
THOUGH BALASHOV was accustomed to the pomp of courts； he was impressed by the splendour and luxury of Napoleon’s court。
Count de Turenne led him into the great reception…room； where a number of generals； gentlemen…in…waiting； and Polish magnates were waiting to see the Emperor。 Many of them Balashov had seen at the court of the Russian Emperor。 Duroc told him that the Emperor Napoleon would receive the Russian general before going out for his ride。
After a delay of several moments； a gentleman…in…waiting came into the great reception…room； and bowing courteously to Balashov； invited him to follow him。
Balashov went into the little reception…room； from which one door led to the study； the room where he had received the Russian Emperor’s last charges before setting off。 Balashov stood for a couple of minutes waiting。 Hurried steps were audible through the door。 Both halves of the door were swiftly thrown open； and in the complete stillness that followed other firm and resolute steps could be heard from the study： it was Napoleon。 He had only just finished dressing for his ride。 He was wearing a blue uniform； open over a white waistcoat； that came low down over his round belly； riding…boots； and white doeskin breeches； fitting tightly over his fat； short legs。 His short hair had evidently just been brushed； but one lock hung down in the middle of his broad forehead。 His plump； white neck stood out in sharp contrast to the black collar of his uniform； he smelt of eau…de…cologne。 His still young…looking； full face； with its prominent chin； wore an expression of imperial graciousness and majestically condescending welcome。
He walked out with a quivering strut； his head thrown a little back。 His whole stout； short figure； with his broad； fat shoulders and his prominent stomach and chest； had that imposing air of dignity common in men of forty who live in comfort。 It was evident； too； that he happened that day to be in a particularly good humour。
He nodded in acknowledgment of Balashov’s low and respectful bow； and going up to him； began to talk at once like a man who values every minute of his time； and will not deign to preface what he is going to say； as he is sure of always speaking well and saying the right thing。
“Good…day； general！” said he。 “I have received the Emperor Alexander’s letter that you brought； and I am very glad to see you。” He glanced at Balashov’s face with his large eyes； and immediately looked past him。
It was obvious that he took no interest in Balashov’s personality。 It was plain that only what was passing in his soul had for him any interest。 All that was outside him had no significance for him； because everything in the world depended； as he fancied； on his will。
“I do not； and did not； desire war；” he said； “but you have forced me to it。 Even now” （he threw emphasis on the word） “I am ready to receive any explanations you can give me。” And he began briefly and clearly explaining the grounds of his displeasure with the Russian government。
Judging from the studiously composed and amicable tone of the French Emperor； Balashov was thoroughly persuaded that he was desirous of peace； and intended to enter into negotiations。
“Sire！ The Emperor； my sovereign；” Balashov began； meaning to utter the speech he had prepared long before as soon as Napoleon had finished speaking； and looked inquiringly at him。 But the look the Emperor turned upon him disconcerted him。 “You are embarrassed； recover yourself；” Napoleon seemed to say； as with a hardly perceptible smile he scanned Balashov’s sword and uniform。 Balashov regained his composure； and began to speak。 He said that the Emperor Alexander did not regard Kurakin’s asking for his passport a sufficient cause for war； that Kurakin had acted on his own initiative without the Tsar’s consent； that the Tsar did not desire war； and that he had no relations with England。
“Not as yet；” Napoleon put in； and as though afraid to abandon himself to his feelings； he frowned and nodded slightly as a sign to Balashov that he might continue。
After saying all he had been instructed to say； Balashov wound up by saying that the Emperor Alexander was desirous of peace； but that he would not enter into negotiations except upon condition that… At that point Balashov hesitated； he recollected words the Emperor Alexander had not written in his letter； but had insisted on inserting in the rescript to Saltykov； and had commanded Balashov to repeat to Napoleon。 Balashov remembered those words： “As long as a single enemy under arms remains on Russian soil；” but some complicated feeling checked his utterance of them。 He could not utter those words； though he tried to do so。 He stammered； and said： “On condition the French troops retreat beyond the Niemen。”
Napoleon observed Balashov’s embarrassment in the utterance of those last words： his face quivered； and the calf of his left leg began twitching rhythmically。 Not moving from where he stood； he began speaking in a louder and more hurried voice than before。 During the speech that followed Balashov could not help staring at the twitching of Napoleon’s left leg； which grew more marked as his voice grew louder。
“I am no less desirous of peace than the Emperor Alexander；” he began。 “Haven’t I been doing everything for the last eighteen months to obtain it？ For eighteen months I have been waiting for an explanation； but before opening negotiations； what is it that’s required of me？” he said； frowning and making a vigorous gesticulation with his fat； little white hand。
“The withdrawal of the forces beyond the Niemen； sire；” said Balashov。
“Beyond the Niemen？” repeated Napoleon。 “So now you want me to retreat beyond the Niemen—only beyond the Niemen？” repeated Napoleon； looking straight at Balashov。
Balashov bowed his head respectfully。
Four months before he had been asked to withdraw from Pomerania； now withdrawal beyond the Niemen was all that was required。 Napoleon turned quickly away； and began walking up and down the room。
“You say that I am required to withdraw beyond the Niemen before opening negotiations； but two months ago I was required in the same way to withdraw beyond the Oder and the Vistula； and in spite of that you agree to enter into negotiations。”
He strode in silence from one corner of the room to the other and stopped again； facing Balashov。 Balashov noticed that his left leg was twitching more rapidly than ever； and his face looked as though petrified in its stern expression。 Napoleon was aware of this twitching。 “The vibration of my left calf is a great sign with me；” he said in later days。
“Such demands as to retire beyond the Oder and the Vistula may be made to a prince of Baden； but not to me；” Napoleon almost screamed； quite to his own surprise。 “If you were to give me Petersburg and Moscow I wouldn’t accept such conditions。 You say： I began the war。 But who was the first to join his