Troops have been sent for and will assemble here.

He will be met in the gap on the road a few miles below the town.

He will be taken.

If he resists he will be shot." "Yes, the violets have bloomed again." "And they shall draw red nourishment from the soil of France," was the prophetic answer.
"The Emperor!" cried the young man in an exultant dream, "in France again! The Emperor!" "And so your execution will be deferred until we come back.

The Emperor may take warning from it when he witnesses it," continued the imperturbable old royalist.
"I shall see him once more." "As a prisoner." Marteau started to speak, checked himself.
"For the last time," said the girl, "I beg----" "It is useless." "Let me speak again.