And that is Rapp, with the round, bullet head.

He is talking to Junot, the handsome dark man with the whiskers.

These poor soldiers are very unhappy.' 'Why so ?' I asked.
'Because they are all men who have risen from nothing.

This society and etiquette terrifies them much more than all the dangers of war.
When they can hear their sabres clashing against their big boots they feel at home, but when they have to stand about with their cocked hats under their arms, and have to pick their spurs out of the ladies' trains, and talk about David's picture or Passaniello's opera, it prostrates them.

The Emperor will not even permit them to swear, although he has no scruples upon his own account.