In spite of all we could say, he insisted that the door should be opened so that he might run and look for his wife amid the grape-shot that was sweeping the street.

It was all we could do to keep him with us for an hour.

The next day, I learned that his wife had been killed, and her body found in the Cite Bergere.

A fortnight afterwards I was informed that the poor wretch, having threatened to apply the _lex talionis_ to M.
Bonaparte, had been arrested and sent to Brest, on his way to Cayenne.
Almost all the persons assembled in the wine-shop held monarchical opinions, and I saw only two, a compositor named Meunier, who had formerly worked on the _Reforme_, and a friend of his, who declared themselves to be Republicans.

About four o'clock, I left the shop.' "Another witness, one of those who fancied he heard the pistol-shot on Rue de Mazagran, adds:-- "'This shot was a signal to the soldiers for a fusillade on all the houses and their windows, the roar of which lasted at least thirty minutes.