That quote, and the one about Lefebvre stitching his marshal's coat for 35 years, pops up in someone'ps gossipy memoirs. Without getting up to plow through my books, I'd bet it was the perennially gossipy--and somewhat drug-addled--Laure Junot. She always liked the Lefebvres and commented on them frequently in a positive or gently amused fashion, probably because they were no threat to her crazy and largely untalented husband.