This was M.
de Puy, a handsome and venerable old man, with white hair, pleasant expression, and winning voice.

He soon came back in his mayor's robes, wearing his scarf and his double cross of St.Louis and the Legion of Honour.

But neither his age nor his dignity made the slightest impression on these people; they did not even allow him to get back to the hotel door, but knocked him down and trampled him under foot, so that he hardly escaped with torn clothes and his white hair covered with dust and blood.

The fury of the mob had now reached its height.
At this juncture the garrison of Avignon came in sight; it was composed of four hundred volunteers, who formed a battalion known as the Royal Angouleme.

It was commanded by a man who had assumed the title of Lieutenant-General of the Emancipating Army of Vaucluse.