He is not in uniform.

Perhaps he is a messenger from your father." The girl ran eagerly to the window, and peered out, with her hand resting upon her cousin's silver-corded shoulder.
"Ah!" she cried, "I had forgotten.

It is the man from America.
Father said that he would come to-day." "The man from America!" repeated the soldier, in a tone of surprise, and they both craned their necks from the window.

The horseman, a sturdy, broad-shouldered young man, clean-shaven and crop-haired, turned his long, swarthy face and his bold features in their direction as he ran his eyes over the front of the house.

He had a soft-brimmed gray hat of a shape which was strange to Parisian eyes, but his sombre clothes and high boots were such as any citizen might have worn.