Muratwithdrewfromtheroomwithasalutationofdeference，andnowthecommandingvoiceofBonapartesummonedhischiefadjutantfromthereception-room。
“Duroc，“saidtheFirstConsul，withcalm，almostsolemnvoice，“youwillgowithtwelvesoldiersinpursuitofGeneralMoreau，andarresthimwhereveryoufindhim。“
Thenoble，openfaceofDurocgrewpale，andputonanexpressionofhorrorandamazement。“General，“hewhispered，“Ibegthat-“
ButthistimeBonapartewouldnotlistentothesoothingwordsofhisfavorite。
“Noreplies!“hethundered。“Youhaveonlytoobey!Nothingmore!“