Gohier insisted.
"No one can pass," said the sentry.
"What! not pass ?" "No." "But I am President Gohier!" "No one can pass," said the sentry; "that is the order." Gohier saw it would be useless to say more; force would be impossible.
He returned to his own rooms.
In the meantime, General Moreau had gone to see Moulins; he wished to justify himself.

Without listening to a word the ex-Director turned his back on him, and, as Moreau insisted, he said: "General, go into the ante-chamber.

That is the place for jailers." Moreau bowed his head, and understood for the first time into what a fatal trap his honor had fallen.
At five o'clock, Bonaparte started to return to the Rue de la Victoire; all the generals and superior officers in Paris accompanied him.

The blindest, those who had not understood the 13th Vendemiaire, those who had not yet understood the return from Egypt, now saw, blazing over the Tuileries, the star of his future, and as everybody could not be a planet, each sought to become a satellite.
The shouts of "Vive Bonaparte!" which came from the lower part of the Rue du Mont Blanc, and swept like a sonorous wave toward the Rue de la Victoire, told Josephine of her husband's return.

The impressionable Creole had awaited him anxiously.