John was bound to confess once more that he was a fine-looking man, large, bearded magnificently, and imposing in appearance and manner.

His effect at a state ball or a reception would be highly decorative, and many a managing American mother would have been glad to secure him as a son-in-law, provided the present war did not make such medieval survivals unfashionable.
Auersperg entered his automobile, a very dark red limousine of great size, and he was shut from John's view, save only his full beard glimmering faintly through the glass.

More men came, soldiers or attendants, and among them was Antoine Picard, gigantic and sullen.

His arms were unbound and he went with the others willingly.

Perhaps Auersperg had divined that he would not attempt to escape, as long as Julie was in his hands.
Then came the two women, Julie first, and John heard about him the muttered exclamation: "The French spies!" He knew that this belief had taken strong hold of the soldiers and people who stood about.