Apart from Louis and Letizia, every member of the Bonaparte family, male or female, loved attracting bees and butterflies.
Georgiana sat in a chair in the study at Burgundy Residence, staring at a dossier from fifty years ago in her hands, unable to read a single word. Lucien had many mistresses, not to mention Joseph. Even underage Jérôme was the same, learning to indulge in revelry at such a young age.
Sometimes, young people made choices without careful thought because they lacked experience and reason. An adult's responsibility was to correct them, not be swept up by their passion and fall into the same depths.
Josephine's tolerance had limits. She would not endure endlessly. Georgina was not someone Napoleon had approached on a passing whim, and unlike Giuseppina, perhaps because of her natural innocence, Georgina would not do anything as absurd and muddleheaded as Madam G.
If Bonaparte was the Prince of Troy, then Josephine, Georgiana, and Georgina were the Three Graces before him. He had to give the golden Apple—his heart—to one of the three.
Josephine was Hera, Georgina was Venus, the goddess of love, and Georgiana shamelessly cast herself as Athena, goddess of wisdom. She could not lose her reason along with him.
To achieve lasting peace, peace first had to be made profitable. Only then could it defeat war, which was equally profitable. Fawkes presumably advocated trade liberalization like Chaptal, which was why he wanted to meet France's Minister of the Interior, Chaptal, through such an informal arrangement.
Cockerill's notion of "equal exchange" would not work either. Products from France were all luxuries, something certain people had once taken pride in. But if they truly did that, France's civilian industry would suffer a heavy blow. The more luxury goods from France were exported, the more cheap British