The large features of his face, ennobled and almost transfigured by the ardor of devotion, gave him the admirable expression of an old Christian soldier.

'Bonus miles Christi'-- a good soldier of Christ--had been inscribed upon the tomb of the chief under whom he had been wounded at Patay.

One would have taken him for a guardian layman of the tombs of the martyrs, capable of confessing his faith like them, even to the death.

And when Julien determined to approach and to touch him lightly on the shoulder, he saw that, in the nobleman's clear, blue eyes, ordinarily so gay, and sometimes so choleric, sparkled unshed tears.

His voice, too, naturally sharp, was softened by the emotion of the thought which his reading, the place, the time, the occupation of his day had awakened within him.
"Ah, you here ?" said he to his young friend, without any astonishment.
"You have come for the procession.