A group stood before the door.
Michel de Bourges, on entering, exclaimed, "We have come to seek out the people of the Faubourg St.Antoine.Here we are.

Here we must remain." These words were applauded.
They set forth the situation--the torpor of the Faubourgs, no one at the Society of Cabinet Makers, the doors closed nearly everywhere.

I told them what I had seen and heard in the Rue de la Roquette, the remarks of the wine-seller, Auguste, on the indifference of the people, the hopes of the engineer, and the possibility of a movement during the night in the Faubourg St.Marceau.It was settled that on the first notice that might be given I should go there.
Nevertheless nothing was yet known of what had taken place during the day.

It was announced that M.Havin, Lieutenant-Colonel of the 5th Legion of the National Guard, had ordered the officers of his Legion to attend a meeting.
Some Democratic writers came in, amongst whom were Alexander Rey and Xavier Durrieu, with Kesler, Villiers, and Amable Lemaitre of the _Revolution_; one of these writers was Milliere.
Milliere had a large bleeding wound above his eye-brow; that same morning on leaving us, as he was carrying away one of the copies of the Proclamation which I had dictated, a man had thrown himself upon him to snatch it from him.

The police had evidently already been informed of the Proclamation, and lay in wait for it; Milliere had a hand-to-hand struggle with the police agent, and had overthrown him, not without bearing away this gash.