While the Dauphiness gives herself up to the gloomiest reflections, the Third Legion of the National Guard is passing under the windows of the Minister of Finance in the Rue de Rivoli.  The minister, M. de Villele, has passed the day at the ministry, receiving from hour to hour news of the review.  The blinds of his windows are closed.  At the moment when the Third Legion files through the street, the band ceases to play, the drums stop beating.  Cries of fury break from the ranks:  “Down with the ministers!  Down with the Jesuits!  Down with Villele!” The guards brandish their arms; the officers themselves make menacing gestures; the tumult is at its height.  M. de Villele, on the inside, follows from window to window the march of the legion, and so traverses the salons to the apartments occupied by his old mother and her family, whom he wishes to reassure by his own calm.  Opposite the ministry, a great crowd fills the Terrasse des Feuillants, without taking part in the manifestation.  But the clamors of the National Guards increase.  They continue their march, enter the Rue Castiglione, reach the Place Vendome, where the Ministry of Justice is situated, and recommence their cries:  “Down with the ministers!  Down with the Jesuits!  Down with Peyronnet!”

Invited to dine by Count Opponyi, ambassador of Austria, with all the ministers, M. de Villele waits to the last moment before going to the Embassy, still believing that he will be summoned by the King.  As his waiting is in vain, he goes to the house of Count Opponyi and takes part in the dinner.  At dessert, a messenger of Charles X. glides behind his chair, and says to him in a low voice:  “The King charges me to tell you to come to him immediately.”  M. de Villele takes leave of the ambassadress, and sets out for the Tuileries.  He finds Charles X. there, very calm, quite reassured, and having called him only to give expression to his confidence and sympathy.  The minister exerts himself to make the sovereign see the situation in a very different light.  He represents the incident of the Minister of Finance as secondary, but insists on the facts occurring at the Champ-de-Mars, notably the shouts around the carriage of the princesses.  “It is a fact,” replies the King.  “I did hear them complain.  Well, what do you advise me to do?” The minister responds:  “This very evening, before the bureaux are closed, dissolve the National Guard of Paris; order the marshal on duty near your person, to have the posts held by the National Guard occupied at four o’clock in the morning by the troops of the line; to resort to this measure of force and justice to forestall the consequences of the most audacious attempt at revolution since the commencement of your reign.  To-morrow, there are to arrive at Paris fifteen thousand men to replace the fifteen thousand of the actual garrison.  It suffices to retain these latter, and thirty thousand men will be enough to hold the factions in check if they have the least intention of rising.”—­“Very well,” resumes Charles X.; “go and consult your colleagues, and return after the soiree that I shall attend with the Duchess of Berry.”