I remember among a host of things indicating the extent of the difference between those days and these, that I lived in a very good apartment, _au troisieme_, in one of the streets immediately behind the best part of the Rue de Rivoli for one hundred francs a month! This price included all service (save of course a tip to the porter), and the preparation of my coffee for breakfast if I needed it.

For dinner, or any other meal, I had to go out.
"Society" lived in Paris in those days--not unreasonably as the result soon showed--in perpetual fear of being knocked all to pieces by an outbreak of revolution, though of course nobody said so.

But I lived mainly (though not entirely) among the _bien pensants_ people, who looked on all anti-governmental manifestations with horror.

Perhaps the restless discontent which destroyed Louis Philippe's government is the most disheartening circumstance in the whole course of recent French history.

That the rule of Charles Dix should have occasioned revolt may be regrettable, but is not a matter for surprise.