Troops are marching to your aid from all over France.

Major Lestoype, move your regiment.

_Vive le Roi_!" ended the old man.
Again the cry was echoed, but not by many; the household cavalry, one or two of the newer companies of the brigade, some of the citizens.

The Marquis noticed it; everybody noticed it.

Well, what difference did it make to the old man?
They might cry or they might not cry.