Louis withdraws, under Municipal escort, into a neighbouring Committee-room; having first, in leaving the bar, demanded to have Legal Counsel.  He declines refreshment, in this Committee-room, then, seeing Chaumette busy with a small loaf which a grenadier had divided with him, says, he will take a bit of bread.  It is five o’clock; and he had breakfasted but slightly in a morning of such drumming and alarm.  Chaumette breaks his half-loaf:  the King eats of the crust; mounts the green Carriage, eating; asks now what he shall do with the crumb?  Chaumette’s clerk takes it from him; flings it out into the street.  Louis says, It is pity to fling out bread, in a time of dearth.  “My grandmother,” remarks Chaumette, “used to say to me, Little boy, never waste a crumb of bread, you cannot make one.”  “Monsieur Chaumette,” answers Louis, “your grandmother seems to have been a sensible woman.”  (Prudhomme’s Newspaper in Hist.  Parl. xxi. 314.) Poor innocent mortal:  so quietly he waits the drawing of the lot;—­fit to do this at least well; Passivity alone, without Activity, sufficing for it!  He talks once of travelling over France by and by, to have a geographical and topographical view of it; being from of old fond of geography.—­The Temple Circuit again receives him, closes on him; gazing Paris may retire to its hearths and coffee-houses, to its clubs and theatres:  the damp Darkness has sunk, and with it the drumming and patrolling of this strange Day.

Louis is now separated from his Queen and Family; given up to his simple reflections and resources.  Dull lie these stone walls round him; of his loved ones none with him.  In this state of ‘uncertainty,’ providing for the worst, he writes his Will:  a Paper which can still be read; full of placidity, simplicity, pious sweetness.  The Convention, after debate, has granted him Legal Counsel, of his own choosing.  Advocate Target feels himself ‘too old,’ being turned of fifty-four; and declines.  He had gained great honour once, defending Rohan the Necklace-Cardinal; but will gain none here.  Advocate Tronchet, some ten years older, does not decline.  Nay behold, good old Malesherbes steps forward voluntarily; to the last of his fields, the good old hero!  He is grey with seventy years:  he says, ’I was twice called to the Council of him who was my Master, when all the world coveted that honour; and I owe him the same service now, when it has become one which many reckon dangerous.’  These two, with a younger Deseze, whom they will select for pleading, are busy over that Fifty-and-sevenfold Indictment, over the Hundred and Sixty-two Documents; Louis aiding them as he can.