If ever you need me, for whatever purpose, come." His name was Auguste, and he was a wine-seller in the Rue de la Roquette.
Since that time I had only seen him once, on the 26th August, 1819, on the day when I held the corner of Balzac's pall.

The funeral possession was going to Pere la Chaise.

Auguste's shop was on the way.

All the streets through which the procession passed were crowded.

Auguste was at his door with his young wife and two or three workmen.