"The livery is fine enough," they replied, "but the wine is poor."
"What do you mean?"
"It is not equal to that you sent us out on the place de l'Odéon.... We bet this wine here is not worth twelve sous a bottle."
"If you have any more like it again to-night, upon my word I shall think you very lucky."
"Messieurs," said a lackey, "please make room now for others."
"Quite right": so we went out.
Paris presented quite a new aspect—it seemed incredible after the many different spectacles it had been exhibiting. Whether the cabs were chartered by the Government, or whether their drivers shared the general enthusiasm, they placed themselves at the disposal of the combatants. At the corner of the rue Saint-Roch I caught sight of Charles Ledru running at full speed. I called out to him—
"Hi! come with us."
"Have you room for me?"
"We are only nine inside, and if we squeeze up a little more we can get you in."