"Have you any arms?"
"No!" replied most of my men.
"Well! arms are being distributed at the Palais-Royal."
"To the Palais-Royal!" cried the men. "To the Palais-Royal."
The cab crossed the place du Carrousel and made its way towards the Palais-Royal. Traffic was becoming possible once more, little by little the barricades had disappeared and the paving stones had somehow or other been laid down again. We reached the Palais-Royal.
"One moment," I said; "order, if you please! I am known here, and, if there is any chance of obtaining anything, I shall have it."
We went into a low room, which was packed with people. As I went in, I knocked against a student of the École who was going out.
"Is that you, Charles?"
"Yes.... Have you come to get arms?"