breast of it. (She puts her hand quickly on his breast.) Yes:
there they are: I can feel them. Eh? (She looks up into his face
half coaxingly, half mockingly.) Will you allow me, General?
(She takes a button as if to unbutton his coat, and pauses for
permission.)

NAPOLEON (inscrutably). If you dare.

LADY. Thank you. (She opens his coat and takes out the
despatches.) There! (To Giuseppe, showing him the despatches.)
See!

GIUSEPPE (flying to the outer door). No, in heaven's name!
They're bewitched.

LADY (turning to the Lieutenant). Here, Lieutenant: YOU'RE not
afraid of them.

LIEUTENANT (retreating). Keep off. (Seizing the hilt of the
sabre.) Keep off, I tell you.

LADY (to Napoleon). They belong to you, General. Take them.

GIUSEPPE. Don't touch them, excellency. Have nothing to do with
them.

LIEUTENANT. Be careful, General: be careful.

GIUSEPPE. Burn them. And burn the witch, too.