"By decision of the Chamber," said M. de Vatimesnil, smiling. A Legitimist Representative added,—
"Of the Chamber? No, let us say of the Chambered."
A few moments afterwards the Commissary of the fort appeared, and in polite phrases, which, however, savored somewhat of authority, invited each of the Representatives of the People to declare his name in order that each might be allotted to his ultimate destination.
A shout of indignation answered him.
"No one! No one will give his name," said General Oudinot.
Gustave de Beaumont added,—
"We all bear the same name: Representatives of the People."
The Commissary saluted them and went away.
After two hours he came back. He was accompanied this time by the Chief of the Ushers of the Assembly, a man named Duponceau, a species of arrogant fellow with a red face and white hair, who on grand days strutted at the foot of the Tribune with a silvered collar, a chain over his stomach, and a sword between his legs.
The Commissary said to Duponceau,—"Do your duty."