I went to the Jacobins, and on the Quai Voltaire I met La Fayette.

Barnave's words had begun to turn the current of popular opinion, and some voices cried 'Vive La Fayette.' He had reviewed the battalions on the quay.

Convinced of the necessity of rallying round a chief, I yielded to the impulse that drew me towards the white horse.
'Monsieur de La Fayette,' said I to him in the midst of the crowd, 'for more than a year I have constantly spoken ill of you, this is the moment to convict me of falsehood.

Prove that I am a calumniator, render me execrable, cover me with infamy, and save the state.' I spoke with the utmost warmth, whilst he pressed my hand.

'I have always recognised you as a good citizen,' returned he; 'you will see that you have been deceived; our common oath is to live free, or to die--all goes well--there's but one feeling amongst the National Assembly--the common danger has united all parties.' 'But why,' I inquired, 'does your Assembly affect to speak of the carrying off (_enlevement_) of the king in all its decrees, when the king himself writes that he escaped of his own free will?
what baseness, or what treason, in the Assembly to employ such language, when surrounded by three millions of bayonets.' 'The word _carrying off_ is a mistake in dictation, that the Assembly will correct,' replied La Fayette; then he added, 'this conduct of the king is infamous.' La Fayette repeated this several times, and shook me heartily by the hand.