He parleyed some time with Emery, whom he knew by sight and suspected of being an emissary of the Corsican. Emery, with true southern verve, gave the worthy general a highly-coloured account of the triumphal progress through Provence and the Dauphiné of Napoleon, whom he boldly called "the Emperor." Mouton--in no way belying his name--was very upset not only by the news, but by his own helplessness with regard to Emery, who he knew would presently be in Grenoble distributing the usurper's proclamations all over the city, whilst he--Mouton--with his one aide-de-camp and a couple of loutish servants on the box of his coach, could do nothing to detain him. As soon as the three men had ridden away, however, he sent his aide-de-camp back to Grenoble by a round-about way, ordering him to make as great speed as possible, and to see Général Marchand as soon as may be, so that immediate measures might be taken to prevent that emissary if not from entering the city, at least from posting up proclamations on public buildings. But Mouton's aide-de-camp was no match against the enthusiasm and ingenuity of Emery and de Marmont, and when he--in his turn--entered Grenoble soon after five o'clock, he was confronted by the printed proclamations signed by the familiar and dreaded name "Napoleon" affixed to the gates of the city, to the Hôtel de Ville, the mairie, the prison, the barracks, and to every street corner in Grenoble. The three friends had parted at the porte de Bonne, Emery to go to his friend Dumoulin, the glovemaker--de Marmont to his lodgings in the rue Montorge, whilst Bobby Clyffurde rode straight back to Brestalou. A couple of hours later Victor de Marmont had also arrived at the castle. He too had made an elaborate toilet, and then had driven over in a hackney coach in advance of the other guests, seeing that he desired to have a final interview with M. le Comte before he affixed his name to his _contrat de mariage_ with Mlle. de Cambray. An air of solemnity sat well upon his good-looking face, but it was obvious that he was trying--somewhat in vain--to keep an inward excitement in check. M. le Comte de Cambray, believing that this excitement was entirely due to the solemnity of the occasion, had smiled indulgently--a trifle contemptuously too--at young de Marmont's very apparent eagerness. A vulgar display of feelings, an inability to control one's words and movements when under the stress of emotion was characteristic of the parvenus of to-day, and de Marmont's unfettered agitation when coming to sign his own marriage contract was only on a par with préfet Fourier's nervousness this afternoon. The Comte received his future son-in-law with a gracious smile. The thought of an alliance between Mlle. de Cambray de Brestalou and a de Marmont of Nowhere had been a bitter pill to swallow, but M. le Comte was too proud to show how distasteful it had been. Chatting pleasantly the two men repaired together to the library. III