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le was recovered。 The Duke de Nemours merely asked for some linen and in particular his heavy…soled shoes。
The Prince de Joinville； meeting the Duke de Montpensier； greeted him thus： 〃Ah！ here you are； Monsieur； you were not killed； you have not had good luck！〃
Gudin； the marine painter； who went to England； saw Louis Philippe。 The King is greatly depressed。 He said to Gudin： 〃I don't understand it。 What happened in Paris？ What did the Parisians get into their heads？ I haven't any idea。 One of these days they will recognise that I did not do one thing wrong。〃 He did not； indeed； do one thing wrong； he did all things wrong！
He had in fact reached an incredible degree of optimism； he believed himself to be more of a king than Louis XIV。 and more of an emperor than Napoleon。 On Tuesday the 22nd he was exuberantly gay； and was still occupied solely with his own affairs； and these of the pettiest character。 At 2 o'clock when the first shots were being fired； he was conferring with his lawyers and business agents； MM。 de Gérante； Scribe and Denormandie； as to what could best be done about Madame Adelaide's will。 On Wednesday； at 1 o'clock； when the National Guard was declaring against the government； which meant revolution； the King sent for M。 Hersent to order of him a picture of some kind。
Charles X。 was a lynx。
Louis Philippe in England； however； bears his misfortune worthily。 The English aristocracy acted nobly； eight or ten of the wealthiest peers wrote to Louis Philippe to offer him their chateaux and their purses。 The King replied： 〃I accept and keep only your letters。〃
The Duchess d'Orleans is also in straitened circumstances。 She is on bad terms with the d'Orleans family and the Mecklenburg family is on bad terms with her。 On the one hand she will accept nothing； and on the other she can expect nothing。
At this time of writing （May； 1848） the Tuileries have already been repaired； and M。 Empis remarked to me this morning： 〃They are going to clean up and nothing of the damage done will be apparent。〃 Neuilly and the Palais…Royal； however； have been devastated。 The picture gallery of the Palais…Royal； a pretty poor one by the by； has practically been destroyed。 Only a single picture remains perfectly intact； and that is the Portrait of Philippe Egalité。 Was it purposely respected by the riot or is its preservation an irony of chance？ The National Guards amused； and still amuse； themselves by cutting out of the canvases that were not entirely destroyed by fire faces to which they take a fancy。
IV。 KING JEROME。
There entered my drawing…room in the Place Royale one morning in March； 1848； a man of medium height； about sixty…five or sixty…six years of age； dressed in black； a red and blue ribbon in his buttonhole； and wearing patent…leather boots and white gloves。 He was Jerome Napoleon； King of Westphalia。
He had a very gentle voice； a charming though somewhat timid smile； straight hair turning grey； and something of the profile of the Emperor。
He came to thank me for the permission that had been accorded to him to return to France； which he attributed to me； and begged me to get him appointed Governor of the Invalides。 He told me that M。 Crémieux； one of the members of the Provisional Government； had said to him the previous day：
〃If Victor Hugo asks Lamartine to do it； it will be done。 Formerly everything depended upon an interview between two emperors； now everything depends upon an interview between two poets。〃
〃Tell M。 Crémieux that it is he who is the poet；〃 I replied to King Jerome with a smile。
In November； 1848； the King of Westphalia lived on the first floor above the entresol at No。 3； Rue d'Alger。 It was a small apartment with mahogany furniture and woollen velvet upholstering。
The wall paper of the drawing…room was grey。 The room was lighted by two lamps and ornamented by a heavy clock in the Empire style and two not very authentic pictures； although the frame of one bore the name： 〃Titiens；〃 and the frame of the other the name： 〃Rembrandt。〃 On the mantelpiece was a bronze bust of Napoleon； one of those familiar and inevitable busts that the Empire bequeathed us。
The only vestiges of his royal existence that remained to the prince were his silverware and dinner service； which were ornamented with royal crowns richly engraved and gilded。
Jerome at that time was only sixty…four years old； and did not look his age。 His eyes were bright； his smile benevolent and charming； and his hands small and still shapely。 He was habitually attired in black with a gold chain in his buttonhole from which hung three crosses； the Legion of Honour； the Iron Crown； and his Order of Westphalia created by him in imitation of the Iron Crown。
Jerome talked well； with grace always and often with wit。 He was full of reminiscences and spoke of the Emperor with a mingled respect and affection that was touching。 A little vanity was perceptible； I would have preferred pride。
Moreover he received with bonhomie all the varied qualifications which were brought upon him by his strange position of a man who was no longer king； no longer proscribed； and yet was not a citizen。 Everybody addressed him as he pleased。 Louis Philippe called him 〃Highness；〃 M。 Boulay de la Meurthe 〃Sire〃 or 〃Your Majesty；〃 Alexandre Dumas 〃Monseigneur；〃 I addressed him as 〃Prince；〃 and my wife called him 〃Monsieur。〃 On his card he wrote 〃General Bonaparte。〃 In his place I would have understood his position。 King or nothing。
RELATED BY KING JEROME。
In the evening of the day following that on which Jerome； recalled from exile； returned to Paris； he had vainly waited for his secretary； and feeling bored and lonely； went out。 It was at the end of summer （1847）。 He was staying at the house of his daughter； Princess Demidoff； which was off the Champs…Elysées。
He crossed the Place de la Concorde； looking about him at the statues； obelisk and fountains； which were new to the exile who had not seen Paris for thirty…two years。 He continued along the Quai des Tuileries。 I know not what reverie took possession of his soul。 Arrived at the Pavillon de Flore； he entered the gate； turned to the left； and began to walk up a flight of stairs under the arch。 He had gone up two or three steps when he felt himself seized by the arm。 It was the gatekeeper who had run after him。
〃Hi！ Monsieur； monsieur； where are you going？〃
Jerome gazed at him in astonishment and replied：
〃Why； to my apartments； of course！〃
Hardly had he uttered the words； however； when he awoke from his dream。 The past had bewitched him for a moment。 In recounting the incident to me he said：
〃I went away shamefacedly； and apologizing to the porter。〃
V。 THE DAYS OF JUNE。
MISCELLANEOUS NOTES。
The insurrection of June presented peculiar features from the outset。* It suddenly manifested itself to terrified society in monstrous and unknown forms。
* At the end of June； four months after the proclamation of the Republic； regular work had come to a standstill and the useless workshops known as the 〃national workshops〃 had been abolished by the National