Gozlan.
Our quarter had a loose and dejected look.

People went furtively, seeking news, and doors half opened regretfully.

Here and there groups formed and lamented in undertones the public authority's lack of foresight, the insufficient measures for preserving order.
Rumors were peddled about on the progress of the demonstration.
"They're crossing the river." "They're at the Calvary cross-roads." "It's a march against the castle!" I went into Fontan's.

He was not there, and some men were talking in the twilight of the closed shutters.
"The Baroness is in a dreadful way.

She's seen a dark mass in the distance.