We met a company of soldiers who were hurrying to the relief of their comrades, but heard later that they had not been allowed to pass the gate.
"We recollected an old officer of our acquaintance who had quitted the service and withdrawn from the world some years before, and had taken a place in the country near the village of Saint-Just; we directed our course towards his house.
"'Captain,' said I to him, 'they are murdering each other in the town, we are pursued and without asylum, so we come to you.' 'That's right, my children,' said he; 'come in and welcome.

I have never meddled with political affairs, and no one can have anything against me.

No one will think of looking for you here.' "The captain had friends in the town, who, one after another, reached his house, and brought us news of all that went on during that dreadful day.

Many soldiers had been killed, and the Mamelukes had been annihilated.

A negress who had been in the service of these unfortunates had been taken on the quay.