Prince Andrew was behind, among the immense number forming the commander in chief's suite.

He was in a state of suppressed excitement and irritation, though controlledly calm as a man is at the approach of a long-awaited moment.

He was firmly convinced that this was the day of his Toulon, or his bridge of Arcola.

How it would come about he did not know, but he felt sure it would do so.

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