"Do you accept the command, Citizen Westerman?" asked Santerre.
"I do," said the Russian, laconically.
"In that case give your orders."
"Vorwarts!" shouted Westerman, and the immense column, only halted for a breathing-spell, resumed the route.
As its pioneers entered at the same time the Carrousel by all gates, eleven struck on the Tuileries clocks.
[CHAPTER XIV.]
THE LAST OF THE CHARNYS.
When Roederer entered the queen's apartments behind Weber, that lady was seated by the fire-place, with her back to the door; but she turned round on hearing it open.
"Well, sir?" she asked, without being very pointed in her inquiry.
"The honor has been done me of a call," replied Roederer.