This time it was a regiment of Italians in the white and blue uniform.

Carlo and Luciano leaned over the balcony, smoking, and scanned the marching of their fellow-countrymen in the livery of servitude.
'They don't step badly,' said one; and the other, with a smile of melancholy derision, said, 'We are all brothers!' Following the Italians came a regiment of Hungarian grenadiers, tall, swam-faced, and particularly light-limbed men, looking brilliant in the clean tight military array of Austria.

Then a squadron of blue hussars, and Croat regiment; after which, in the midst of Czech dragoons and German Uhlans and blue Magyar light horsemen, with General officers and aides about him, the veteran Austrian Field-Marshal rode, his easy hand and erect figure and good-humoured smile belying both his age and his reputation among Italians.

Artillery, and some bravely-clad horse of the Eastern frontier, possibly Serb, wound up the procession.

It gleamed down the length of the Corso in a blinding sunlight; brass helmets and hussar feathers, white and violet surcoats, green plumes, maroon capes, bright steel scabbards, bayonet-points,--as gallant a show as some portentously-magnified summer field, flowing with the wind, might be; and over all the banner of Austria--the black double-headed eagle ramping on a yellow ground.