A few steps further I heard my name pronounced.  I turned round.  It was Jules Favre, Bourzat, Lafon, Madier de Montjau, and Michel de Bourges, who were passing by.  I took leave of the brave and devoted woman who had insisted upon accompanying me.  A fiacre was passing.  I put her in it, and then rejoined the five Representatives.  They had come from the Rue de Charonne.  They had found the premises of the Society of Cabinet Makers closed.  “There was no one there,” said Madier de Montjau.  “These worthy people are beginning to get together a little capital, they do not wish to compromise it, they are afraid of us.  They say, ’coups d’etat are nothing to us, we shall leave them alone!’”

“That does not surprise me,” answered I, “a society is shopkeeper.”

“Where are we going?” asked Jules Favre.

Lafon lived two steps from there, at No. 2, Quai Jemmapes.  He offered us the use of his rooms.  We accepted, and took the necessary measures to inform the members of the Left that we had gone there.

A few minutes afterwards we were installed in Lafon’s rooms, on the fourth floor of an old and lofty house.  This house had seen the taking of the Bastille.

This house was entered by a side-door opening from the Quai Jemmapes upon a narrow courtyard a few steps lower than the Quai itself.  Bourzat remained at this door to warn us in case of any accident, and to point out the house to those Representatives who might come up.

In a few moments a large number of us had assembled, and we again met—­all those of the morning, with a few added.  Lafon gave up his drawing-room to us, the windows of which overlooked the back yard.  We organized a sort of “bureau,” and we took our places, Jules Favre, Carnot, Michel, and myself, at a large table, lighted by two candles, and placed before the fire.  The Representatives and the other people present sat around on chairs and sofas.  A group stood before the door.

Michel de Bourges, on entering, exclaimed, “We have come to seek out the people of the Faubourg St. Antoine.  Here we are.  Here we must remain.”

These words were applauded.

They set forth the situation—­the torpor of the Faubourgs, no one at the Society of Cabinet Makers, the doors closed nearly everywhere.  I told them what I had seen and heard in the Rue de la Roquette, the remarks of the wine-seller, Auguste, on the indifference of the people, the hopes of the engineer, and the possibility of a movement during the night in the Faubourg St. Marceau.  It was settled that on the first notice that might be given I should go there.

Nevertheless nothing was yet known of what had taken place during the day.  It was announced that M. Havin, Lieutenant-Colonel of the 5th Legion of the National Guard, had ordered the officers of his Legion to attend a meeting.

Some Democratic writers came in, amongst whom were Alexander Rey and Xavier Durrieu, with Kesler, Villiers, and Amable Lemaitre of the Revolution; one of these writers was Milliere.