Nor were those eyes ever at rest.

They roamed over everything, and they seemed to burn every object for the single instant they fell there.

They never met the gaze of either American squarely, although they continually came back to both.
This man was clothed in a white uniform, heavy with gold stripes and gold epaulets.

A small sword at his side had a gold hilt set with a diamond.

He wore a three-cornered hat shaped like that of Napoleon, but instead of the Corsican's simple gray his was bright in color and splendid with plumage.
He was at once a powerful and sinister figure.