The recognition was not mutual.

Captivity, illness, privation had wrought many changes in the officer's face.

The man looked at him curiously and wonderingly, however, as he challenged him.
"My friend," asked the officer, "of what regiment are you, I pray ?" "The Fifth-of-the----" began the man instinctively, apparently, and then he stopped.

"The regiment Dauphine," he answered, his face clouding.
"And what battalion ?" "The first, sir." "Are there other troops in garrison ?" "Another regiment of infantry, that was the Seventh.

I don't know its new name.