of the
placard, was--Gougeon.

In this quiet part of the street, however, the smaller houses usually
passed unscathed, and the neighbourhood had the advantage of its
residents not being so prying as in quarters still poorer. So that by
aid of some bribery of patriots of the section, discreetly done by
Dominique, their slender stores of money had thus far seemed to suffice
to obtain them immunity. We say seemed to suffice, because there was
something very remarkable, after all, in the escape of a Montmorency,
and particularly one so intimate with the obnoxious Marechale de
Noailles.

The mob of women and red-capped men swarmed up the street, led by a
drum, and singing "Ca ira"--

"Ah, on it goes, and on it goes, and on it goes!--
The aristocrats to the lantern!
Ah, on it goes, and on it goes, and on it goes!--
The aristocrats, we'll hang them."

In front of the confiscated hotel the _Sans-culottes_ stopped, and,
joining hands in a circle, whirled around in the wild Revolutionary
dance, "the Carmagnole," singing the words--

"Madame Veto had pledged her word,
_Madame Veto had pledged her word_
To put all Paris to the sword,
_To put all Paris to the sword_,
But we all missed our biers
Thanks to our canoneers.
Dance, dance the Carmagnole,
Hurrah for the sound,
_Hurrah for the sound_,
Dance, dance the Carmagnole,
Hurrah for the sound of the cannon!"

She watched the dancers, involuntarily fascinated. All at once an object
tapped against the window, and she noticed many eyes turned up to her in
malicious amusement. The object was pushed up to her on a long pole and
again tapped on the window; she dropped her sewing and sprang back with
a scream. It was a human hand. A shout of coarse laughter met her ears,
and the hand was withdrawn. She sank back in her chair and burst into
tears.

"Wretches!" cried a woman, darting forward from behind her and shaking a
fist at the window.

"Oh, be careful," Cyrene gasped, pulling back the arm. "Have they seen
you?"

"I fear so," was the answer, as dismayed as her question; and a number
of blows and thrusts sounded against the door below. But it was only a
momentary diversion; the crowd had work cut out for it somewhere else
and the drum drew them onwards.

"Oh, Germain," she said hysterically, "why do you risk your life so?"

"Because it is worthless," replied the apparen