The citizens' distress did not trouble him.

They were the losing party in the grim game of war, enemies--rebels.

Among his own men he saw nothing but joyous faces; he exercised the power--they obeyed.
Zorrillo bore him ill-will, Ulrich read it in his eyes; but he made him a captain, and the man performed his duty as quartermaster in the most exemplary manner.

Florette wished to tell him that the Eletto was her son, but the latter begged her to wait till his power was more firmly established, and how could she refuse her darling anything?
She had grieved deeply, very deeply, but this mood soon passed away, and now she could be happy in Ulrich's society, and forget sorrow and heartache.
What joy it was to have him back, to be loved by him! Where was there a more affectionate son, a pleasanter home than hers?
The velvet and brocade dresses belonging to the Baroness de Hierges had fallen to the Eletto.

How young Florette looked in them! When she glanced into the mirror, she was astonished at herself.
Two beautiful riding-horses for ladies' use and elegant trappings had been found in the baron's stable.