The Bronze Eagle

of M. le Comte's guests. The large reception hall had been thrown open, as-after supper-M. le Comte would be receiving some of the notabilities of G

eir liveries of purple with canary facings-the heraldic colours of the family of Cambray de Brestalou-hardly showed, in the flickering li

esplendent with the silver so kindly lent by a benevolent and far-seeing king to those of his friends who h

was exceedingly scarce in the grandiose Chateau de Brestalou-but they also were a luxury which could easily be dispensed with, for did not M. le Comte de Cambray set the fashions and give the tone to the whole départ

which was all over Grenoble by now. He and his two companions had left Notre Dame de Vaulx soon after their déjeuner, and together had entered the city at five o'clock in the afternoon. On their wa

rough Provence and the Dauphiné of Napoleon, whom he boldly called "the Emperor." Mouton-in no way belying his name-was very upset not only by the news, but by his own helplessness with regard to Emery, who he knew woul

g him to make as great speed as possible, and to see Général Marchand as soon as may be, so that immediate measures might

Grenoble soon after five o'clock, he was confronted by the printed proclamations signed by the familiar and dreaded name "Napoleon" a

is friend Dumoulin, the glovemaker-de Marmont to his lodgings in the

dvance of the other guests, seeing that he desired to have a final interview with M. le Comte before he affixed his name to his contrat de mariage with Mlle. d

rmont's very apparent eagerness. A vulgar display of feelings, an inability to control one's words and movements when under the stress of emotion was characteristic of the

Cambray de Brestalou and a de Marmont of Nowhere had been a bitter pill to swallow, but M. le Comte was too