(It was up this avenue to Paris, Monsignor reflected, that the women had come on their appalling march to the Queen who ruled them then.) As he glanced back again the heralds were upon them, and the thunder of hoofs followed close behind.

But beyond the line of galloping guards, in the midst, drawn by white horses, ran the great gilded coach with glass windows, and the crown of France atop.
Two men were seated in the coach, bowing mechanically as they came--one a small, young, vivacious-looking man with a pointed dark beard; the other a heavy, fair-haired, sanguine-featured, clean-shaven man.

Both alike were in robes in which red and gold predominated; and both wore broad feathered hats, shaped like a priest's.
Then the coach was gone through the tall gilded gates, and a cloud of dust, beaten up by the galloping hoofs on all sides, hid even the cuirassiers who closed the company.

And as the two turned the banner sank on the tall pole.
"The King and the German Emperor," observed Father Jervis, replacing his hat.

"Now there's the other side of the picture for you." "I don't understand." "Why, we treat our kings like kings," smiled the other.