"What does this mean? Who are you? Are you aware to whom you are speaking?"
"I am aware. You are the High Court, and I am the Commissary of the Police."
"Well, then?"
"Be off."
There were there thirty-five municipal guards, commanded by a lieutenant, and with a drum at their head.
"But——" said the President.
The Commissary interrupted him with these words, which are literally given,—
"Mr. President, I am not going to enter upon an oratorical combat with you. I have my orders, and I transmit them to you. Obey."
"Whom?"
"The Prefect of Police."