He fancied that the Provost's eye ranged the crowd for him; and to avoid it and efface himself he moved a pace to his left.
The step was fatal.

It saved him from the Provost, but it brought him face to face and eye to eye with Count Hannibal, who stood in the first rank at his brother's elbow.

Tavannes stared an instant as if he doubted his eyesight.

Then, as doubt gave slow place to certainty, and surprise to amazement, he smiled.

And after a moment he looked another way.
Tignonville's heart gave a great bump and seemed to stand still.