It would have been the same in any case, for the people had scattered like sheep, and stood apart.
They were close by the church steps.

Valmond mechanically saw the mealman, open-mouthed and dazed, start forward from the crowd; but, hesitating, he drew back again almost instantly, and was swallowed up in the safety of distance.

He smiled at the mealman's hesitation, even while he said to himself: "This ends it--ends it!" He said it with no great sinking of heart, with no fear.

It was the solution of all; it was his only way to honour.
The soldiers were halted a little distance from the two; and the officer commanding, after a dull mechanical preamble, in the name of the Government, formally called upon Valmond and Lagroin to surrender themselves, or suffer the perils of resistance.
"Never!" broke out Lagroin, and, drawing his sword, he shouted: "Vive Napoleon! The Old Guard never surrenders!" Then he made as if to rush forward on the troops.

"Fire!" called the officer.
Twenty rifles blazed out.