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A rush of men hurtled against him, swept him along with them, do what he
would, separating him from M. de La Tour d'Azyr, so oddly met. He sought
to breast that human torrent; the Marquis, caught in an eddy of it,
remained where he had been, and Andre-Louis' last glimpse of him was of
a man smiling with tight lips, an ugly smile.

Meanwhile the gardens were emptying in the wake of that stuttering
firebrand who had mounted the green cockade. The human torrent poured
out into the Rue de Richelieu, and Andre-Louis perforce must suffer
himself to be borne along by it, at least as far as the Rue du Hasard.
There he sidled out of it, and having no wish to be crushed to death or
to take further part in the madness that was afoot, he slipped down
the street, and so got home to the deserted academy. For there were no
pupils to-day, and even M. des Amis, like Andre-Louis, had gone out to
seek for news of what was happening at Versailles.

This was no normal state of things at the Academy of Bertrand des Amis.
Whatever else in Paris might have been at a standstill lately, the
fencing academy had flourished as never hitherto. Usually both the
master and his assistant were busy from morning until dusk, and already
Andre-Louis was being paid now by the lessons that he gave, the
master allowing him one half of the fee in each case for himself, an
arrangement which the assistant found profitable. On Sundays the
academy made half-holiday; but on this Sunday such had been the state of
suspense and ferment in the city that no one having appeared by eleven
o'clock both des Amis and Andre-Louis had gone out. Little they thought
as they lightly took leave of each other--they were very good friends by
now--that they were never to meet again in this world.

Bloodshed there was that day in Paris. On the Place Vendome a detachment
of dragoons awaited the crowd out of which Andre-Louis had slipped. The
horsemen swept down upon the mob, dispersed it, smashed the waxen effigy
of M. Necker, and killed one man on the spot--an unfortunate French Guard
who stood his ground. That was a beginning. As a consequence Besenval
brought up his Swiss from the Champ de Mars and marshalled them in
battle order on the Champs Elysees with four pieces of artillery. His
dragoons he stationed in the Place Louis XV. That evening an enormous
crowd, streaming along the Champs Elysees a