As the cuirassiers filed past us Arnauld (de l'Ariege), still leaning out of the vehicle, continued to shout in their ears, for as I have just said, their horses touched us, "Down with the Dictator! Down with the traitors!" We alighted in the Rue Lafitte.

Carini, Montanelli, and Arnauld left me, and I went on alone towards the Rue de la Tour d'Auvergne.

Night was coming on.

As I turned the corner of the street a man passed close by me.
By the light of a street lamp I recognized a workman at a neighboring tannery, and he said to me in a low tone, and quickly, "Do not return home.

The police surround your house." I went back again towards the Boulevard, through the streets laid out, but not then built, which make a Y under my windows behind my house.