He contented himself with approaching the officer, and in a doleful voice, "Come," said he, "let us be gone; all is ended.

To horse!" The officer imitated this carriage, this slowness, this sadness, and leisurely mounted his horse.

The king pushed on sharply, the lieutenant followed him.

At the bridge Louis turned around for the last time.

The lieutenant, patient as a god who has eternity behind and before him, still hoped for a return of energy.