"The _coup d'etat_ will not dare to come here." "We are masters here." "We are at home." "It would be impossible to attack us here." "These wretches will not dare to do so." If the uproar had been less violent, the Representatives might have heard through the open windows close at hand, the sound of soldiers loading their guns.
A regiment of Chasseurs of Vincennes had just entered silently into the garden of the Mairie, and, while waiting for orders, were loading their guns.
Little by little the sitting, at first disorderly and tumultuous, had assumed an ordinary aspect.

The uproar had relapsed into a murmur.

The voice of the usher, crying "Silence, gentlemen," had succeeded in overcoming the hubbub.

Every moment fresh Representatives came in, and hastened to sign the decree of deposition at the "bureau." As there was a great crowd round the "bureau" waiting to sign, a dozen loose sheets of paper to which the Representatives affixed their signatures were circulated in the great Hall and the two adjoining rooms.
The first to sign the decree of deposition was M.Dufaure, the last was M.Betting de Lancastel.

Of the two Presidents, one, M.Benoist d'Azy, was addressing the Assembly; the other, M.Vitet, pale, but calm and resolute, distributed instructions and orders.