Where I expected an indignant outcry I found this peaceable answer.

It seemed to me that I was speaking to the Faubourg St.Antoine itself.

I understood that all was at an end in this district, and that we had nothing to expect from it.

The people, this wonderful people, had resigned themselves.

Nevertheless, I made an effort.
"Louis Bonaparte betrays the Republic," said I, without noticing that I raised my voice.
He touched my arm, and pointing with his finger to the shadows which were pictured on the glazed partition of the parlor, "Take care, sir; do not talk so loudly." "What!" I exclaimed, "you have come to this--you dare not speak, you dare not utter the name of 'Bonaparte' aloud; you barely mumble a few words in a whisper here, in this street, in the Faubourg St.Antoine, where, from all the doors, from all the windows, from all the pavements, from all the very stones, ought to be heard the cry, 'To arms.'" Auguste demonstrated to me what I already saw too clearly, and what Girard had shadowed forth in the morning--the moral situation of the Faubourg--that the people were "dazed"-- that it seemed to all of them that universal suffrage was restored; that the downfall of the law of the 31st of May was a good thing.
Here I interrupted him.
"But this law of the 31st of May, it was Louis Bonaparte who instigated it, it was Rouher who made it, it was Baroche who proposed it, and the Bonapartists who voted it.