But I, more easily moved perhaps by outward show and pomp, could only think of our surroundings.

The excitement of giving my creditors the slip was a thing of the past; for those were rapid days, and I no laggard, as many took care to tell me, on the heel of the flying moment.
The ceremony in which we were taking part was indeed strange enough to rivet the attention of any who witnessed it--strange, I take it, as any historical scene of a century that saw the rise and fall of Napoleon I.Strange beyond belief, that this dynasty should arise from ashes as cold as those that Europe heaped on St.Helena's dead, to celebrate the birth of its founder! Who would have dared to prophesy fifty years earlier that a second Emperor should some day sit upon the throne of France?
Who would have ventured to foretell that this capricious people, loathing as they did in 1815 the name of Buonaparte, should one day choose by universal suffrage another of that family to rule over them?
Few of those assembled in the great tomb were of devout enough mind to take much heed of the service now proceeding at the altar, where the priest droned and the incense rose in slow clouds towards the dome.

We all stared at each other freely enough, and in truth the faces of many, not to mention bright uniforms and brilliant names, warranted the abstraction from holy thought and fervour.

The old soldiers lining the aisle had fought, some at Inkerman, some at Solferino, some in Mexico, that land of ill-omen.

The generals of all nations, mixing freely in the crowd, bowed grimly enough to each other.