When the ministers retired they shook hands. The three days' ministry was at an end.
'I am off,' said De Broglie; 'I shall not jeopardise my neck in France any longer.'
'And I follow you,' said the Count d'Artois.
'I shall take refuge in Belgium,' said Berthier.
'And I—' observed Foulon; 'I shall prepare to die—take a pinch of snuff.'
CHAPTER XXXIV.
Madame Plomb returned to her husband's house, and was greeted by the hounds with exultant barks and gambols.
Her confinement had made her more crazy than ever, and Gabrielle had insisted on attending her to the door, and would have remained with her, in spite of her own fears, had not Madame Berthier refused to permit it.