Two hundred yards outside the city I met a woman who had formerly been a servant in my house.

She was very much astonished to see me, and said, 'Go away at once; the massacre is horrible, much worse than yesterday.' "'But my wife,' I cried, 'do you know anything about her ?' "'No, sir,' she replied; 'I was going to knock at the door, but some people asked me in a threatening manner if I could tell them where the friend of that rascal Brine was, as they were going to take away his appetite for bread.

So take my advice,' she continued, 'and go back to where you came from.' "This advice was the last I could make up my mind to follow, so we went on, but found a strong guard at the gate, and saw that it would be impossible to get through without being recognised.

At the same time, the cries and the reports of firearms from within were coming nearer; it would therefore have been to court certain death to advance, so we retraced our steps.

In passing again through the village of Saint-Just we met once more our armed peasants.