sitory, a
vault lighted only by the door. You descend five or six steps to it.
Several coffins were waiting there, as Charles's will wait. The bearers
entered with the coffin. As I was about to follow, the keeper of the
depository said to me: "No one is allowed to go in." I understood, and I
respected this solitude of the dead. MM. Alexis Bouvier and Mourot took
me back to No. 13, Rue Saint Maur.

Alice was in a swoon. I gave her some vinegar to smell and beat her
hands. She came to, and said: "Charles, where art thou?"

I am overcome with grief.

March 16.--At noon Victor arrived with Barbieux and Louis Mie. We
embraced in silence and wept. He handed me a letter from Meurice and
Vacquerie.

We decide that Charles shall be buried in the tomb of my father in Pere
Lachaise, in the place that I had reserved for myself. I write a letter
to Meurice and Vacquerie in which I announce that I shall leave with
the coffin tomorrow and that we shall arrive in Paris the following day.
Barbieux will leave to-night and take the letter to them.

March 17.--We expect to leave Bordeaux with my Charles at 6 o'clock this
evening.

Victor and I, with Louis Mie, fetched Charles from the Depository, and
took him to the railway station.

March 18.--We left Bordeaux at 6.30 in the evening and arrived in Paris
at 10.30 this morning.

At the railway station we were received in a salon where the newspapers,
which had announced our arrival for noon, were handed to me. We waited.
Crowd; friends.

At noon we set out for Pere Lachaise. I followed the hearse bareheaded.
Victor was beside me. All our friends followed, the people too. As the
procession passed there were cries of: "Hats off!"

In the Place de la Bastille a spontaneous guard of honour was formed
about the hearse by National Guards, who passed with arms reversed. All
along the line of route to the cemetery battalions of the National Guard
were drawn up. They presented arms and gave the salute to the flag.
Drums rolled and bugles sounded. The people waited till I had passed,
then shouted: "Long live the Republic!"

There were barricades everywhere, which compelled us to make a long
detour. Crowd at the cemetery. In the crowd I recognised Rostan and
Milliere, who was pale and greatly moved, and who saluted me. Between
a couple of tombs a big hand was stretched towards me and a voice
exclaimed: "I am Courbet." At the same time I saw an energetical and
cordial face wh