He looked weary, and there were dark circles round his eyes, as though he had had an illness; but he stood erect and quiet.

His uniform was that of a general of the Empire.

It was rather dingy, yet it was of rich material, and he wore the ribbon of the Legion of Honour on his breast.

His paleness was not of fear, for when his eyes met Monsieur De la Riviere's, there was in them waiting, inquiry--nothing more.

He greeted them all politely, and Medallion warmly, shaking his hand twice; for he knew well that the gaunt auctioneer had only kindness in his heart; and they had exchanged humorous stories more than once--a friendly bond.
He motioned towards his tent near by, but the young Seigneur declined.
Valmond looked round, and ordered away a listening soldier.
"It is business and imperative," said De la Riviere.