Juve's emotion was such that he could scarcely speak. Mastering it, he said in a low voice:
"I am going to ask Your Majesty to accompany me in three days' time ... when."...
XXXV
AT THE COUNCIL OF WAR
"The Council, gentlemen!... Stand up!"
"Shoulder—arms!"
"Rest—arms!"
The seven military judges of the Council of War advanced solemnly, in single file. They were in full dress uniform—sabres, epaulettes, regulation plumes on helmets and caps. With all due ceremony they took their respective places at a long green-covered table.