‘Two men only were received by those present with marked attention. One was the Duke of Wellington, the other was that living wonder Prince Talleyrand, a man whose equal had not appeared for centuries. The ex-Bishop of Autun, bending beneath the load of four-score years, his long snowy locks floating thickly over his cheeks, was led slowly up the platform between two of his suite. No sooner had he appeared, than a universal hush took place, all eyes were turned upon him, and every peer and officer seemed to move forward, as if by resistless impulse, to gaze on and welcome him.’