The Baron rose and perambulated the hearthrug. "A pretty century, truly, for fools who pass for wise men, and for weaklings who threaten when the distance is great enough!... Commendatore, have you mentioned this matter to anybody else?"
"To nobody whatever, Excellency."
"Then think no more about it. It's nothing. The public mind must not be alarmed. Tighten the cord about our man in Paris. Adieu!"
The Baron's next visitor was the Prefect of the Province, who looked more solemn and soldierly than ever.
"Senator," said the Baron, "I sent for you to say that the Council has determined to put an end to the state of siege."
The Prefect bowed again severely.
"The insurrection has been suppressed, the city is quiet, and the severities of military rule begin to oppress the people."
The Prefect bowed again and assented.
"The Council has also resolved, dear Senator, that the country shall celebrate the anniversary of the King's accession with general rejoicings."
"Excellent idea, sir," said the Prefect. "To wipe out the depression of the late unhappy times by a public festival is excellent policy. But the time is short."