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be； or not to be。 The whole citizen population seemed to be as much inspired with this thought as that other armed population standing in serried and silent ranks in the enclosed space； with the Eagles and the genius of Napoleon hovering above them。
Those very soldiers were the hope of France； her last drop of blood； and this accounted for not a little of the anxious interest of the scene。 Most of the gazers in the crowd had bidden farewellperhaps farewell for everto the men who made up the rank and file of the battalions； and even those most hostile to the Emperor； in their hearts； put up fervent prayers to heaven for the glory of France； and those most weary of the struggle with the rest of Europe had left their hatreds behind as they passed in under the Triumphal Arch。 They too felt that in the hour of danger Napoleon meant France herself。
The clock of the Tuileries struck the half…hour。 In a moment the hum of the crowd ceased。 The silence was so deep that you might have heard a child speak。 The old noble and his daughter； wholly intent； seeming to live only by their eyes； caught a distinct sound of spurs and clank of swords echoing up under the sonorous peristyle。
And suddenly there appeared a short； somewhat stout figure in a green uniform； white trousers； and riding boots； a man wearing on his head a cocked hat well…nigh as magically potent as its wearer； the broad red ribbon of the Legion of Honor rose and fell on his breast； and a short sword hung at his side。 At one and the same moment the man was seen by all eyes in all parts of the square。
Immediately the drums beat a salute； both bands struck up a martial refrain； caught and repeated like a fugue by every instrument from the thinnest flutes to the largest drum。 The clangor of that call to arms thrilled through every soul。 The colors dropped； and the men presented arms； one unanimous rhythmical movement shaking every bayonet from the foremost front near the Palace to the last rank in the Place du Carrousel。 The words of command sped from line to line like echoes。 The whole enthusiastic multitude sent up a shout of 〃Long live the Emperor！〃
Everything shook； quivered； and thrilled at last。 Napoleon had mounted his horse。 It was his movement that had put life into those silent masses of men； the dumb instruments had found a voice at his coming； the Eagles and the colors had obeyed the same impulse which had brought emotion into all faces。
The very walls of the high galleries of the old palace seemed to cry aloud； 〃Long live the Emperor！〃
There was something preternatural about itit was magic at work； a counterfeit presentment of the power of God； or rather it was a fugitive image of a reign itself so fugitive。
And /he/ the centre of such love； such enthusiasm and devotion； and so many prayers； he for whom the sun had driven the clouds from the sky； was sitting there on his horse； three paces in front of his Golden Squadron； with the grand Marshal on his left； and the Marshal…in… waiting on his right。 Amid all the outburst of enthusiasm at his presence not a feature of his face appeared to alter。
〃Oh！ yes。 At Wagram； in the thick of the firing； on the field of Borodino； among the dead； always as cool as a cucumber /he/ is！〃 said the grenadier； in answer to the questions with which the young girl plied him。 For a moment Julie was absorbed in the contemplation of that face； so quiet in the security of conscious power。 The Emperor noticed Mlle。 de Chatillonest； and leaned to make some brief remark to Duroc； which drew a smile from the Grand Marshal。 Then the review began。
If hitherto the young lady's attention had been divided between Napoleon's impassive face and the blue； red； and green ranks of troops； from this time forth she was wholly intent upon a young officer moving among the lines as they performed their swift symmetrical evolutions。 She watched him gallop with tireless activity to and from the group where the plainly dressed Napoleon shone conspicuous。 The officer rode a splendid black horse。 His handsome sky…blue uniform marked him out amid the variegated multitude as one of the Emperor's orderly staff…officers。 His gold lace glittered in the sunshine which lighted up the aigrette on his tall； narrow shako； so that the gazer might have compared him to a will…o'…the…wisp； or to a visible spirit emanating from the Emperor to infuse movement into those battalions whose swaying bayonets flashed into flames； for； at a mere glance from his eyes； they broke and gathered again； surging to and fro like the waves in a bay； or again swept before him like the long ridges of high…crested wave which the vexed Ocean directs against the shore。
When the manoeuvres were over the officer galloped back at full speed； pulled up his horse； and awaited orders。 He was not ten paces from Julie as he stood before the Emperor； much as General Rapp stands in Gerard's /Battle of Austerlitz/。 The young girl could behold her lover in all his soldierly splendor。
Colonel Victor d'Aiglemont； barely thirty years of age； was tall； slender； and well made。 His well…proportioned figure never showed to better advantage than now as he exerted his strength to hold in the restive animal； whose back seemed to curve gracefully to the rider's weight。 His brown masculine face possessed the indefinable charm of perfectly regular features combined with youth。 The fiery eyes under the broad forehead； shaded by thick eyebrows and long lashes； looked like white ovals bordered by an outline of black。 His nose had the delicate curve of an eagle's beak； the sinuous lines of the inevitable black moustache enhanced the crimson of the lips。 The brown and tawny shades which overspread the wide high…colored cheeks told a tale of unusual vigor； and his whole face bore the impress of dashing courage。 He was the very model which French artists seek to…day for the typical hero of Imperial France。 The horse which he rode was covered with sweat； the animal's quivering head denoted the last degree of restiveness； his hind hoofs were set down wide apart and exactly in a line； he shook his long thick tail to the wind； in his fidelity to his master he seemed to be a visible presentment of that master's devotion to the Emperor。
Julie saw her lover watching intently for the Emperor's glances； and felt a momentary pang of jealousy； for as yet he had not given her a look。 Suddenly at a word from his sovereign Victor gripped his horse's flanks and set out at a gallop； but the animal took fright at a shadow cast by a post； shied； backed； and reared up so suddenly that his rider was all but thrown off。 Julie cried out； her face grew white； people looked at her curiously； but she saw no one； her eyes were fixed upon the too mettlesome beast。 The officer gave the horse a sharp admonitory cut with the whip； and galloped off with Napoleon's order。
Julie was so absorbed； so dizzy with sights and sounds； that unconsciously she clung to her father's arm so tightly that he could read her thoughts by the varying pressure of her fingers。 When Victor was all but flung out of the saddle； she clutched her father with a convulsive grip as if she herself were in danger of falling； and the old man looked at his da