If they had hooted, it might be asked what the two experimentalists in the _coup d'etat_ would have done.

Perhaps M.
Bonaparte would have waked up from his dream at Vincennes.
The coachman was then liberated, the _fiacre_ was horsed, and at four o'clock in the morning the orderly officer and the manager of the National Printing Office, henceforward two criminals, arrived at the Prefecture of Police with the parcels of the decrees.

Then began for them the brand of shame.

Prefect Maupas took them by the hand.
Bands of bill-stickers, bribed for the occasion, started in every direction, carrying with them the decrees and proclamations.
This was precisely the hour at which the Palace of the National Assembly was invested.

In the Rue de l'Universite there is a door of the Palace which is the old entrance to the Palais Bourbon, and which opened into the avenue which leads to the house of the President of the Assembly.
This door, termed the Presidency door, was according to custom guarded by a sentry.