His place had been taken by the Marquis d'Aumenier, but in the mind of the Senior Captain and of the others the old Major still was supreme and he said the words quite naturally.
The talking ceased at once, the well-drilled officers and men stood at attention, their hands raised in salute.

Major Lestoype in full uniform, his breast bright with all his medals and orders--and it was observable that everybody else had adorned himself with every decoration he possessed, even those that had become illegal and valueless, forbidden even, after the fall of the Empire--entered the room, acknowledged the salutes and bowed ceremoniously to the officers assembled.

He was followed by a tall slender young man on this occasion dressed again in the uniform of the regiment.
And yet there was a difference between this stranger and the other officers.

While from the uniforms of the other officers had been carefully removed everything which in the least degree suggested the Empire, no such deletion had taken place with the equipment of the young man.

On the contrary, the buttons, the brasses, the braids, the tricolored cockade; in short, everything was just as it was before the restoration.
The eyes of the soldiers gleamed as they immediately recognized the difference.