that you used to go to Brune's nearly every evening, and
that you are in consequence no favourite with your neighbours; seek
safety in the country.' I addressed some further question to him, but,
turning his back on me, he left me without another word.

"M______ and I were still looking at each other in stupefaction, when
the increasing uproar aroused us to a sense that if we desired to follow
the advice just given we had not a moment to lose. We hastened to my
house, which was situated in the Allees de Meilhan. My wife was just
going out, but I stopped her.

"'We are not safe here,' I said; 'we must get away into the country.'

"'But where can we go?'

"'Wherever luck takes us. Let us start.'

"She was going to put on her bonnet, but I told her to leave it
behind; for it was most important that no one should think we suspected
anything, but were merely going for a stroll. This precaution saved
us, for we learned the next day that if our intention to fly had been
suspected we should have been stopped.

"We walked at random, while behind us we heard musket shots from every
part of the town. We met a company of soldiers who were hurrying to the
relief of their comrades, but heard later that they had not been allowed
to pass the gate.

"We recollected an old officer of our acquaintance who had quitted the
service and withdrawn from the world some years before, and had taken
a place in the country near the village of Saint-Just; we directed our
course towards his house.

"'Captain,' said I to him, 'they are murdering each other in the town,
we are pursued and without asylum, so we come to you.' 'That's right,
my children,' said he; 'come in and welcome. I have never meddled with
political affairs, and no one can have anything against me. No one will
think of looking for you here.'

"The captain had friends in the town, who, one after another, reached
his house, and brought us news of all that went on during that
dreadful day. Many soldiers had been killed, and the Mamelukes had been
annihilated. A negress who had been in the service of these unfortunates
had been taken on the quay. 'Cry "Long live the king!" shouted the
mob. 'No,' she replied. 'To Napoleon I owe my daily bread; long live
Napoleon!' A bayonet-thrust in the abdomen was the answer. 'Villains!'
said she, covering the wound with her hand to keep back the protruding
entrails. 'Long live Napoleon!' A push sent her into the water; she
sank, but rose agai