No one was present but the Abbe Gaudron.

Falleix, half-dead with the fatigue of his journey, had gone to bed.
"You will be appointed, nephew," said Mitral; "and there's a surprise in store for you." "What is it ?" asked Saillard.
"The cross of the Legion of honor ?" cried Mitral.
"God protects those who guard his altars," said Gaudron.
Thus the Te Deum was sung with equal joy and confidence in both camps..