I shall give 'em another ten thousand." "Generous hero!" said I, "and I shall go and restore this cash to my employers." It was twelve o'clock when I left the Golden House and strolled quietly down to Liberty Street.

The larger part of the soldiers had been drawn off, but a couple of companies still kept guard in the _Piazza_.

The usual occupations of life were going on amid a confused stir of excitement, and I saw by the interest my appearance aroused that some part at least of my share in the night's doing had leaked out.

The _Gazette_ had published a special edition, in which it hailed the advent of freedom, and, while lauding McGregor to the skies, bestowed a warm commendation on the "noble Englishman who, with a native love of liberty, had taken on himself the burden of Aureataland in her hour of travail." The metaphor struck me as inappropriate, but the sentiment was most healthy; and when I finally beheld two officers of police sitting on the head of a drunken man for toasting the fallen _regime_, I could say to myself, as I turned into the bank, "Order reigns in Warsaw." General assent had proclaimed a suspension of commerce on this auspicious day, and I found Jones sitting idle and ill at ease.

I explained to him the state of affairs, showing how the President's dishonorable scheme had compelled me, in the interests of the bank, to take a more or less active part in the revolution.