"Though youthful and of an ancient family, he must be a peer of France,"said she to herself. "I could not bear not to see my coat-of-arms onthe panels of my carriage among the folds of azure mantling, not todrive like the princes down the broad walk of the Champs-Elysees onthe days of Longchamps in Holy Week. Besides, my father says that itwill someday be the highest dignity in France. He must be a soldier--but I reserve the right of making him retire; and he must bear an0rder, that the sentries may present arms to us."