The inventors of this fluted window succeeded in making the heavens squint.
After a few moments the prisoner began to distinguish objects confusedly, and this is what he found: White-washed walls here and there turned green by various exhalations; in one corner a round hole guarded by iron bars, and exhaling a disgusting smell; in another corner a slab turning upon a hinge like the bracket seat of a _fiacre_, and thus capable of being used as a table; no bed; a straw-bottomed chair; under foot a brick floor.
Gloom was the first impression; cold was the second.

There, then, the prisoner found himself, alone, chilled, in this semi-darkness, being able to walk up and down the space of eight square feet like a caged wolf, or to remain seated on his chair like an idiot at Bicetre.
In this situation an ex-Republican of the Eve, who had become a member of the majority, and on occasions sided somewhat with the Bonapartists, M.
Emile Leroux, who had, moreover, been thrown into Mazas by mistake, having doubtless been taken for some other Leroux, began to weep with rage.

Three, four, five hours thus passed away.

In the meanwhile they had not eaten since the morning; some of them, in the excitement caused by the _coup d'etat_ had not even breakfasted.

Hunger came upon them.