Trudaine took it from him, and shook his head forebodingly as he looked over the paragraph which had just been read.
"Bah!" cried Madame Danville.

"The People, indeed! Let those four pieces of artillery be properly loaded, let the Swiss Guards do their duty, and we shall hear no more of the People!" "I advise you not to be sure of that," said her son, carelessly; "there are rather too many people in Paris for the Swiss Guards to shoot conveniently.

Don't hold your head too aristocratically high, mother, till we are quite certain which way the wind really does blow.

Who knows if I may not have to bow just as low one of these days to King Mob as ever you courtesied in your youth to King Louis the Fifteenth ?" He laughed complacently as he ended, and opened his snuff-box.

His mother rose from her chair, her face crimson with indignation.
"I won't hear you talk so--it shocks, it horrifies me!" she exclaimed, with vehement gesticulation.