The Emperor's attitude was unchanged as the chevalier rode up; and when
Duchesne himself seemed to listen with a respectful manner to the words
of his Majesty, I could see by his easy bearing that his self-possession
had never deserted him. The interview lasted not many minutes, when the
Emperor waved his hand haughtily; and the chevalier, saluting with his
sabre, backed his horse some paces, and then, wheeling round, rapidly
galloped towards the gate, through which he passed.
“This evening, then, Mademoiselle,” said he, with a smile, “I hope to
have the honor.” And, with a courteous bow, rode on towards the archway
opening on the quay.
“What has happened?” said I, eagerly, to the officer at my side.
He shook his head as if doubtful, and half fearing even to whisper at
the moment.
“His privilege of the _élite_ is withdrawn, sir,” said an old general
officer. “He must leave Paris to join his regiment in twenty-four
hours.”
“Poor fellow!” muttered I, half aloud, when a savage frown from the
veteran officer corrected my words.
“What, sir!” said he, in a low voice, where every word was thickened to
a guttural sound--“what, sir! is the court of the Tuileries no more than
a canteen or a bivouac? _Pardieu!_ if it was not for his laced jacket he
had been degraded to the ranks; ay, and deserved it too!”
The coarse accents and underbred tone of the speaker showed me at once
that it was one of the old generals of the Republican army, who never
could endure the descendants of aristocratic families in the service,
and who were too willing always to attribute to insolence and
premeditated affront even the slightest breaches of military etiquette.
Meanwhile the Emperor mounted, and accompanied by the officers of his
staff, rode forward towards the Champs Élysées, while all of lesser note
followed at a distance. From the garden of the Tuileries to the Barrière
de l'Étoile the troops were ranged in four lines, the cavalry of the
Guard and the artillery forming the ranks along the road by which the
convoy must pass. It was a bright day, with a clear, frosty atmosphere
and a blue sky, and well suited the brilliant spectacle.
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