Given this adventurer with whom they had to deal, this Louis Bonaparte, capable of everything, the hour and the man being wrapt in mystery, some Legitimist personages of a candid mind were seriously but comically frightened.  The Marquis of ——­, who acted the fly on the coach-wheel to the Right, went hither and thither, harangued, shouted, declaimed, remonstrated, proclaimed, and trembled.  Another, M. A——­ N——­, perspiring, red-faced, out of breath, rushed about distractedly.  “Where is the guard?  How many men are there?  Who commands them?  The officer! send me the officer!  Long live the Republic!  National Guard, stand firm!  Long live the Republic!” All the Right shouted this cry.  “You wish then to kill it,” said Esquiros.  Some of them were dejected; Bourbousson maintained the silence of a vanquished placeman.  Another, the Viscount of ——­, a relative of the Duke of Escars, was so alarmed that every moment he adjourned to a corner of the courtyard.  In the crowd which filled the courtyard there was a gamin of Paris, a child of Athens, who has since become am elegant and charming poet, Albert Glatigny.  Albert Glatigny cried out to this frightened Viscount, “Hulloa there!  Do you think that coups d’etat are extinguished in the way Gulliver put out the fire?”

Oh, Laughter, how gloomy you are when attended with Tragedy!

The Orleanists were quieter, and maintained a more becoming attitude.  This arose from the fact that they ran greater danger.

Pascal Duprat replaced at the top of the decrees the words, “Republique Francaise,” which had been forgotten.

From time to time men who were not speaking on the subject of the moment mentioned this strange word, “Dupin,” open which there ensued shouts of derision and bursts of laughter.  “Utter the name of that coward no more,” cried Antony Thouret.

There were motions and counter-motions; it was a continual uproar interrupted by deep and solemn silences.  Alarmist phrases circulated from group to group.  “We are in a blind alley.”  “We are caught here as in a rat trap;” and then on each motion voices were raised:  “That is it!” “It is right!” “It is settled!” They agreed in a low voice upon a rendezvous at No. 19, Rue de la Chaussee-d’Antin, in case they should be expelled from the Mairie.  M. Bixio carried off the decree of deposition to get it printed.  Esquiros, Marc Dufraisse, Pascal Duprat, Rigal, Lherbette, Chamiot, Latrade, Colfavru, Antony Thouret, threw in here and there energetic words of advice.  M. Dufaure, resolute and indignant, protested with authority.  M. Odilon Barrot, motionless in a corner, maintained the silence of stupefied silliness.