Men took off their caps, tore out the hated white cockades, trampled them under foot, and from pockets where they had concealed them for this very moment, they replaced them with the tricolor.
In his movements the Emperor at last confronted the Marquis.
"And who is this ?" asked Napoleon, staring up at him curiously.
The Marquis' heart was broken.

It was not in the human power of any servant of the King to dominate that scene.

A greater personality than his was there.

The Emperor had shown himself as of yore, and exhibited his mastery.

But no greater ideal possessed any man than that in the heart of the old noble.