At the extremity of this hedge stood the officer, impassible, with his drawn sword in his hand.

The king passed, and all the crowd stood on tip-toe, to have one more look at him.
Ten musketeers, opening the crowd of the ante-chambers and the steps, made way for his majesty.

The other ten surrounded the king and Monsieur, who had insisted upon accompanying his majesty.

The domestics walked behind.

This little _cortege_ escorted the king to the chamber destined for him.