a woman of thirty-第2章
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lf…serious glance at the officer。
〃If you want a good position； M。 le Duc；〃 the young man answered； 〃we must not spend any time in talking。 The Emperor does not like to be kept waiting； and the Grand Marshal has sent me to announce our readiness。〃
As he spoke； he had taken Julie's arm with a certain air of old acquaintance； and drew her rapidly in the direction of the Place du Carrousel。 Julie was astonished at the sight。 An immense crowd was penned up in a narrow space； shut in between the gray walls of the palace and the limits marked out by chains round the great sanded squares in the midst of the courtyard of the Tuileries。 The cordon of sentries posted to keep a clear passage for the Emperor and his staff had great difficulty in keeping back the eager humming swarm of human beings。
〃Is it going to be a very fine sight？〃 Julie asked （she was radiant now）。
〃Pray take care！〃 cried her guide； and seizing Julie by the waist； he lifted her up with as much vigor as rapidity and set her down beside a pillar。
But for his prompt action； his gazing kinswoman would have come into collision with the hindquarters of a white horse which Napoleon's Mameluke held by the bridle； the animal in its trappings of green velvet and gold stood almost under the arcade； some ten paces behind the rest of the horses in readiness for the Emperor's staff。
The young officer placed the father and daughter in front of the crowd in the first space to the right； and recommended them by a sign to the two veteran grenadiers on either side。 Then he went on his way into the palace； a look of great joy and happiness had succeeded to his horror…struck expression when the horse backed。 Julie had given his hand a mysterious pressure； had she meant to thank him for the little service he had done her； or did she tell him； 〃After all； I shall really see you？〃 She bent her head quite graciously in response to the respectful bow by which the officer took leave of them before he vanished。
The old man stood a little behind his daughter。 He looked grave。 He seemed to have left the two young people together for some purpose of his own； and now he furtively watched the girl； trying to lull her into false security by appearing to give his whole attention to the magnificent sight in the Place du Carrousel。 When Julie's eyes turned to her father with the expression of a schoolboy before his master； he answered her glance by a gay； kindly smile； but his own keen eyes had followed the officer under the arcade； and nothing of all that passed was lost upon him。
〃What a grand sight！〃 said Julie in a low voice； as she pressed her father's hand； and indeed the pomp and picturesquesness of the spectacle in the Place du Carrousel drew the same exclamation from thousands upon thousands of spectators； all agape with wonder。 Another array of sightseers； as tightly packed as the ranks behind the old noble and his daughter； filled the narrow strip of pavement by the railings which crossed the Place du Carrousel from side to side in a line parallel with the Palace of the Tuileries。 The dense living mass； variegated by the colors of the women's dresses； traced out a bold line across the centre of the Place du Carrousel； filling in the fourth side of a vast parallelogram； surrounded on three sides by the Palace of the Tuileries itself。 Within the precincts thus railed off stood the regiments of the Old Guard about to be passed in review； drawn up opposite the Palace in imposing blue columns； ten ranks in depth。 Without and beyond in the Place du Carrousel stood several regiments likewise drawn up in parallel lines； ready to march in through the arch in the centre； the Triumphal Arch； where the bronze horses of St。 Mark from Venice used to stand in those days。 At either end； by the Galeries du Louvre； the regimental bands were stationed； masked by the Polish Lancers then on duty。
The greater part of the vast graveled space was empty as an arena； ready for the evolutions of those silent masses disposed with the symmetry of military art。 The sunlight blazed back from ten thousand bayonets in thin points of flame； the breeze ruffled the men's helmet plumes till they swayed like the crests of forest…trees before a gale。 The mute glittering ranks of veterans were full of bright contrasting colors； thanks to their different uniforms； weapons； accoutrements； and aiguillettes； and the whole great picture； that miniature battlefield before the combat； was framed by the majestic towering walls of the Tuileries； which officers and men seemed to rival in their immobility。 Involuntarily the spectator made the comparison between the walls of men and the walls of stone。 The spring sunlight； flooding white masonry reared but yesterday and buildings centuries old； shone full likewise upon thousands of bronzed faces； each one with its own tale of perils passed； each one gravely expectant of perils to come。
The colonels of the regiments came and went alone before the ranks of heroes； and behind the masses of troops； checkered with blue and silver and gold and purple； the curious could discern the tricolor pennons on the lances of some half…a…dozen indefatigable Polish cavalry； rushing about like shepherds' dogs in charge of a flock； caracoling up and down between the troops and the crowd； to keep the gazers within their proper bounds。 But for this slight flutter of movement； the whole scene might have been taking place in the courtyard of the palace of the Sleeping Beauty。 The very spring breeze； ruffling up the long fur on the grenadiers' bearskins； bore witness to the men's immobility； as the smothered murmur of the crowd emphasized their silence。 Now and again the jingling of Chinese bells； or a chance blow to a big drum； woke the reverberating echoes of the Imperial Palace with a sound like the far…off rumblings of thunder。
An indescribable； unmistakable enthusiasm was manifest in the expectancy of the multitude。 France was about to take farewell of Napoleon on the eve of a campaign of which the meanest citizen foresaw the perils。 The existence of the French Empire was at staketo be； or not to be。 The whole citizen population seemed to be as much inspired with this thought as that other armed population standing in serried and silent ranks in the enclosed space； with the Eagles and the genius of Napoleon hovering above them。
Those very soldiers were the hope of France； her last drop of blood； and this accounted for not a little of the anxious interest of the scene。 Most of the gazers in the crowd had bidden farewellperhaps farewell for everto the men who made up the rank and file of the battalions； and even those most hostile to the Emperor； in their hearts； put up fervent prayers to heaven for the glory of France； and those most weary of the struggle with the rest of Europe had left their hatreds behind as they passed in under the Triumphal Arch。 They too felt that in the hour of danger Napoleon meant France herself。
The clock of the Tuileries struck the half…hour。 In a moment the hum of the crowd ceased。 The silence was so deep that you might have heard a child speak。 The old noble and his daughter； wholly intent； seeming to live only by their eyes； caught a distinct sound of spurs and clank of swords echoing up under the sonorous peristyle。
And suddenly there appeared a short； somewhat stout figure in a green uniform； white trousers； and riding boots； a man wearing on his head a cocked hat well…nigh as magically potent as its wearer； the broad red ribbon of the Legion of Honor rose and fell on his breast； and a short sword hung at his side。 At one and the same moment the man was seen by all eyes in all parts of the square。
Immediately the drums beat a salute； both bands struck up a martial refrain； caught and repeated like a fugue by every instrument from the thinnest flutes to the largest drum。 The clangor of that call to arms thrilled through every soul。 The colors dropped； and the men presented arms； one unanimous rhythmical movement shaking every bayonet from the foremost front near the Palace to the last rank in the Place du Carrousel。 The words of command sped from line to line like echoes。 The whole enthusiastic multitude sent up a shout of 〃Long live the Emperor！
