"Ibant obscuri," as Virgil says.

France observed, with a certain anxiety, these two men.

What was in their minds?
Did not the one dream of Cromwell, the other of Monk?
Men asked one another these questions as they looked on the two men.

In both of them, there was the same attitude of mystery, the same policy of immobility.

Bonaparte said not a word, Changarnier made not a gesture; this one did not stir, that one did not breathe; they seemed to be playing the game of which should be the most statuesque.
This silence of his, Louis Bonaparte sometimes breaks; but then he does not speak, he lies.