"Ah! it is you, dear friend?" I said. "What is the news?"
Thibaut, who had adopted great gravity of expression, claiming that no doctor could make his way in the world without it, was, on this occasion, more than grave: he was gloomy.
"Bad news!" he replied; "things are getting horribly complicated."
"But are they fighting?" I said,
"Yes; one man has been killed in the rue du Lycée and three more in the rue Saint-Honoré.... The Lancers charged in the rue de Richelieu and upon the place du Palais-Royal.... A barricade was being run up in the rue de Richelieu, but it was taken before it was finished."
"Where are you bound for?"
"You will hear that to-morrow, if I am successful," he said.
"Upon my word, my dear fellow, you assume the airs of a diplomatist."
"Who knows?—I may be going to form a new Government!"