He lifted his hand.

There was an intensity of silence on every hand.

Even the people of the town had left their places of business and were crowded close to the lines to hear and see what was to be done.
"Bonaparte," said the Marquis, that high, thin, somewhat cracked old voice carrying with astonishing clearness in every direction, "landed from Elba in the Gulf of Juan a few days ago.

This usurper, this bloody-minded tyrant, has broken every oath, disregarded every treaty.
He is coming to Grenoble.

He will be here to-day.