The Wigs now began to form themselves into a semicircle, the smallest nearest the door, and the others standing behind them so that they could see over their heads.
It was a half-holiday for Laptitza, the second daughter of the Prisoner, and Papylick brought her in so that she could see the review of the troops.
Laptitza was shown to a low chair in the midst of the semicircle formed by the Wigs.
Laptitza was so beautiful that it would not have been possible to have painted her portrait.
The soldiers arrived in Indian file, one behind the other.
"There are a hundred and two of them," announced the Chief Contractor, looking furtively at Smaly. He shot this look through the eyeholes of the mask which he had just slipped on and which appeared to be made in two halves, for while one half expressed severe authority, the other was all gentleness.
One Half expressed Severe Authority, the Other was All Gentleness
"One hundred and two," repeated Smaly in a perfectly expressionless voice.