Lannes' face was always stern, in repose, far beyond his years, although when he became animated it had all the sunniness of youth.

But he noticed now that he had the same tight lips of the Marshal, and the same unfaltering eyes.
"Duke of Montebello!" said John to himself.

"Well, you won that title grandly, and while the younger Lannes may do as well, if the chance comes to him, the new heroes of France will be neither dukes nor princes." Then, after removing all the stiff pillows, inclines, foot pieces and head pieces that make European beds so uncomfortable, he slipped between the covers, and slid quickly into a long and soothing sleep, from which he was awakened apparently about a minute later by Lannes himself, who stood over him, dressed fully, tall and serious.
"Why, I just got into bed!" exclaimed John.
"You came in here a full seven hours ago.

Open your window and you'll see the dawn creeping over Paris." "Thank you, but you can open it yourself.

I never fool with a European window.