I re-entered my asylum.  I was tired, I was hungry, I had recourse to Charamaule’s chocolate and to a small piece of bread which I had still left.  I sank down into an arm-chair, I ate and I slept.  Some slumbers are gloomy.  I had one of those slumbers, full of spectres; I again saw the dead child and the two red holes in his forehead, these formed two mouths:  one said “Morny,” and the other “Saint-Arnaud.”  History is not made, however, to recount dreams.  I will abridge.  Suddenly I awoke.  I started:  “If only it is not past nine o’clock!” I had forgotten to wind up my watch.  It had stopped.  I went out hastily.  The street was lonely, the shops were shut.  In the Place Louvos I heard the hour striking (probably from Saint Roch); I listened.  I counted nine strokes.  In a few moments I was under the Colbert Arcade.  I peered into the darkness.  No one was under the Arcade.

I felt that it was impossible to remain there, and have the appearance of waiting about; near the Colbert Arcade there is a police-station, and the patrols were passing every moment.  I plunged into the street.  I found no one there.  I went as far as the Rue Vivienne.  At the corner of the Rue Vivienne a man was stopping before a placard and was trying to deface it or to tear it down.  I drew near this man, who probably took me for a police agent, and who fled at the top of his speed.  I retraced my steps.  Near the Colbert Arcade, and just as I reached the point in the street where they post the theatrical bills, a workman passed me, and said quickly, “What is Joseph doing?”

I recognized the last-maker.

“Come,” he said to me.

We set out without speaking and without appearing to know each other, he walking some steps before me.

We first went to two addresses, which I cannot mention here without pointing out victims for the proscription.  In these two houses we got no news; no one had come there on the part of the societies.

“Let us go to the third place,” said the last-maker, and he explained to me that they had settled among them three successive meeting-places, in case of need, so as to be always sure of finding each other if, perchance, the police discovered the first or even the second meeting-place, a precaution which for our part we adopted as much as possible with regard to our meetings of the Left end of the Committee.

We had reached the market quarter.  Fighting had been going on there throughout the day.  There were no longer any gas-lamps in the streets.  We stopped from time to time, and listened so as not to run headlong into the arms of a patrol.  We got over a paling of planks almost completely destroyed, and of which barricades had probably been made, and we crossed the extensive area of half-demolished houses which at that epoch encumbered the lower portions of the Rue Montmartre and Rue Montorgueil.  On the peaks of the high dismantled gables could be seen a flickering red glow, doubtless the reflection of