Gaston Dussoubs lived in the Faubourg St. Germain, near the Assembly.
On the 2d of December we did not see him at our meetings. He was ill, "nailed down" as he wrote me, by rheumatism of the joints, and compelled to keep his bed.
He had a brother younger than himself, whom we have just mentioned, Denis Dussoubs. On the morning of the 4th his brother went to see him.
Gaston Dussoubs knew of the coup d'état, and was exasperated at being obliged to remain in bed. He exclaimed, "I am dishonored. There will be barricades, and my sash will not be there!"
"Yes," said his brother. "It will be there!"
"How?"
"Lend it to me."
"Take it."
Denis took Gaston's sash, and went away.
We shall see Denis Dussoubs later on.