"As I was about to leave the barricade Pagevin, they brought me a prisoner, a police spy, they said.
"He expected to be shot. I had him set at liberty."
Bancel was in this barricade of the Rue Pagevin. We shook hands.
He asked me,—
"Shall we conquer?"
"Yes," I answered.
We then could hardly entertain a doubt.
De Flotte and Bancel wished to accompany me, fearing that I should be arrested by the regiment guarding the Bank.
The weather was misty and cold, almost dark. This obscurity concealed and helped us. The fog was on our side.
As we reached the corner of the Rue de la Vrillière, a group on horseback passed by.