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She knew also that Napoleon no longer , as formerly , closed his ears against these insinuations , but , eagerly listening , held them in serious consideration . Josephine was aware of all this , and sat in her room a prey to well-grounded suspicion and sorrowful presentiments . Madame de Rémusat looked at her awhile , sighing and in silence ; she now softly approached the empress , and , taking her hand , said in an affectionate voice , `` Your majesty ought to retire ! You need sleep ; it is long past midnight , and your eyes are weary . '' `` Not from waking -- from weeping , my dear Rémusat , '' said the empress , pressing the hand of her confidante . `` But you are right , I will retire . In sleep we forget our grief .