"A copy for the Palais Bourbon!" screamed a third.
"Are there no printed copies left?" asked many.
"They were gone long ago—twenty thousand copies," was the reply. "You will see one at every corner. The demand was not expected. The printers have just gone to sleep. They had not rested for fifty-two hours."
"Will 'La Réforme' appear in the morning?" asked another.
"Perhaps so," was the answer. "But all the people are worn out—writers and compositors. Here is your copy of the names."
"Many thanks. Vive la République!"
With this shout, in concert with the same which constantly issued from a hundred lips, the citizen folded up his precious document, and carefully depositing it in his cap hurried off to communicate its contents to his comrades of the neighboring barricade.
In another apartment of that same edifice were a large number of the Republican party connected with "La Réforme."
"The Provisional Government is now in session," said one. "They will, doubtless, make immediate provision for departments of State so important as the post-office and the préfecture of police. Early to-morrow a proclamation——"