It was evident that if he was recognised by the paid guard, he would run the risk of being shot.
He was at this moment recognised by a group of persons, and cheered. No doubt, they were Jacobins.
He quickened his pace, descending the street, to gain speedily the Faubourg St. Honoré.
At the Rue de Luxembourg, several cries were raised of “Vive Robespierre!”
He turned pale, and hesitated whether to take the Luxembourg or continue his road. He continued.
“Vive Robespierre!” again cried a man. “And since it is absolutely necessary to have a King, why not have him?”
Robespierre thought himself lost. He looked on all sides for shelter.
Duplay rushed towards him.
“At my house—at my house, citizen!” said he. “My name is Duplay! I am master carpenter, and a good citizen!”