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fame.’
     
    Napoleon felt his insides clench with embarrassment. He wished he had never suggested this meeting. But it had to happen, he realised.A man’s family and his wife could not be kept apart for ever. Unfortunately. He glanced at Josephine and gave a slight shake of his head to indicate that she should not take his mother’s brusqueness to heart.
     
    ‘I see,’ Josephine replied evenly. ‘Madame Bonaparte, I can assure you that my family is as respectable as any in France, and has been for many generations.’ She paused, then continued in a warm tone, ‘As I am sure you will come to realise once you have settled into Paris.You must be finding it difficult to adjust to such a sophisticated world after spending a lifetime in Corsica, no?’
     
    Letizia glared back at her, as Josephine went on, ‘I should be delighted to introduce you and your family to Paris, if you would like. It can be quite bewildering to provincials, and of course it would be a pleasure to help the family of my husband to settle into polite society.’ She smiled sweetly, then turned towards Napoleon and slipped her hand through his arm.
     
    ‘Napoleon,’ Letizia said hurriedly.‘I find that I am tired. Please would you take me home.’
     
    ‘But we’ve only just arrived.’
     
    ‘Well, it seems I am not well. Come,’ she said.
     
    Napoleon nodded and gave Josephine’s hand a gentle squeeze. ‘I’ll see you later.’
     
    She nodded, and turned back to Letizia. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Madame Bonaparte. However briefly.’
     
    ‘Oh, I am sure that we will have plenty of time to become thoroughly acquainted with each other,’ Letizia replied as she took hold of Napoleon’s arm. ‘Please excuse us. I am sure your gentlemen friends are missing your company.’
     
    Josephine smiled a farewell and turned away. As soon as she was out of earshot Napoleon whispered to his mother, ‘What do you think of her?’
     
    ‘I don’t think she is for you.’
     
    ‘She is for me,’ Napoleon replied earnestly. ‘She is all I ever wanted in a woman.’
     
    ‘I will not discuss this here, in front of these people. Later, when we get home.’
     
     
    Napoleon folded his arms and leaned against the window frame as he faced his mother, Joseph, Lucien, Caroline and Élisa, sitting in the chairs of his small study.
     
    ‘What is the reputation of this woman?’ Letizia shot at him.‘If we were in Ajaccio I would know of her at once and be able to decide if she was worthy of you. But here in Paris? Hardly anyone has a good reputation from what I have seen. Women disport themselves like whores. So, I ask you again, Napoleon, what is her reputation?’
     
    Napoleon felt a stab of anger tear through his heart and had to bite down hard to stop himself from swearing. The moment passed and he responded quietly, ‘This is not Ajaccio, Mother. This is Paris, and life is lived differently here. The old ways are gone, and people express themselves in a more liberal manner now.’
     
    ‘Liberal manner, indeed. Pouf! It’s licentiousness, pure and simple, and Corsicans are better than that.’
     
    ‘Mother,’ Joseph intervened. ‘For better or worse, we are French now. We have to live by a different standard.’
     
    ‘Lower our standards, you mean.’
     
    Joseph ignored her and turned to his younger brother. ‘The important question is, does Napoleon love her? And does she love him?’
     
    ‘Love?’ Letizia laughed. ‘What do either of you know of love? Sound reasons for marriage come first, love grows later. Depend upon it, that’s how marriages work. If you do it the wrong way round it is merely a childish infatuation that quickly passes and all that is left is a marriage certificate and a lifetime of duty. Napoleon!’
     
    ‘Yes, Mother?’
     
    ‘This Beauharnais woman, what do you know of her?’
     
    Before Napoleon could reply, Lucien coughed and stirred. ‘I have heard something of her.’ He smiled.