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t of wonder mingled with respect； but after he had gone a few steps； the attention of everybody was still so concentrated upon the centre of the Place where the event had just been accomplished； that nobody took any further notice of Abbé Edgeworth。
The poor priest； enveloped in his thick coat which concealed the blood with which he was covered； fled in bewilderment； walking as one in a dream and scarcely knowing where he was going。 However； with that sort of instinct which preserves somnambulists he crossed the river； took the Rue du Bac； then the Rue du Regard and thus managed to reach the house of Mme。 de Lézardière； near the Barrière du Maine。
Arrived there he divested himself of his soiled clothing and remained for several hours； in a state of collapse； without being able to collect a thought or utter a word。
Some Royalists who rejoined him； and who had witnessed the execution； surrounded the Abbé Edgeworth and reminded him of the adieu he had addressed to the King： 〃Son of St。 Louis； ascend to heaven！〃 These words； however； memorable though they were； had left no trace on the mind of him who had uttered them。 〃We heard them；〃 said the witnesses of the catastrophe； still moved and thrilled。 〃It is possible；〃 he replied； 〃but I do not remember having said such a thing。〃
Abbé Edgeworth lived a long life without ever being able to remember whether he really did pronounce these words。
Mme。 de Lézardière； who had been seriously ill for more than a month； was unable to support the shock of the death of Louis XVI。 She died on the very night of January 21。
II。 ARRIVAL OF NAPOLEON IN PARIS。
March 20； 1815。
History and contemporaneous memoirs have truncated； or badly related； or even omitted altogether； certain details of the arrival of the Emperor in Paris on March 20； 1815。 But living witnesses are to be met with who saw them and who rectify or complete them。
During the night of the 19th； the Emperor left Sens。 He arrived at three o'clock in the morning at Fontainebleau。 Towards five o'clock； as day was breaking； he reviewed the few troops he had taken with him and those who had rallied to him at Fontainebleau itself。 They were of every corps； of every regiment； of all arms； a little of the Grand Army； a little of the Guard。 At six o'clock； the review being over； one hundred and twenty lancers mounted their horses and went on ahead to wait for him at Essonnes。 These lancers were commanded by Colonel Galbois； now lieutenant general； and who has recently distinguished himself at Constantine。
They had been at Essonnes scarcely three…quarters of an hour； resting their horses； when the carriage of the Emperor arrived。 The escort of lancers were in their saddles in the twinkling of an eye and surrounded the carriage； which immediately started off again without having changed horses。 The Emperor stopped on the way at the large villages to receive petitions from the inhabitants and the submission of the authorities； and sometimes to listen to harangues。 He was on the rear seat of the carriage； with General Bertrand in full uniform seated on his left。 Colonel Galbois galloped beside the door on the Emperor's side； the door on Bertrand's side was guarded by a quartermaster of lancers named Ferrès； to…day a wineshop keeper at Puteaux； a former and very brave hussar whom the Emperor knew personally and addressed by name。 No one on the road approached the Emperor。 Everything that was intended for him passed through General Bertrand's hands。
Three or four leagues beyond Essonnes the imperial cortege found the road suddenly barred by General Colbert； at the head of two squadrons and three regiments echelonned towards Paris。
General Colbert had been the colonel of the regiment of lancers from which the detachment that escorted the Emperor had been drawn。 He recognised his lancers and his lancers recognised him。 They cried： 〃General； come over to us！〃 The General answered： 〃My children； do your duty； I am doing mine。〃 Then he turned rein and went off to the right across country with a few mounted men who followed him。 He could not have resisted； the regiments behind him were shouting： 〃Long live the Emperor！〃
This meeting only delayed Napoleon a few minutes。 He continued on his way。 The Emperor； surrounded only by his one hundred and twenty lancers； thus reached Paris。 He entered by the Barrière de Fontainebleau； took the large avenue of trees which is on the left； the Boulevard dim Mont…Parnasse； the other boulevards to the Invalides； then the Pont do la Concorde； the quay along the river and the gate of the Louvre。
At a quarter past eight o'clock in the evening he was at the Tuileries。
VISIONS OF THE REAL。 I。 THE HOVEL。 II。 PILLAGE。 III。 A DREAM。 IV。 THE PANEL WITH THE COAT OF ARMS。 V。 THE EASTER DAISY。
I。 THE HOVEL。
You want a description of this hovel？ I hesitated to inflict it upon you。 But you want it。 I' faith； here it is！ You will only have yourself to blame； it is your fault。
〃Pshaw！〃 you say； 〃I know what it is。 A bleared； bandy ruin。 Some old house！〃
In the first place it is not an old house； it is very much worse； it is a new house。
Really； now； an old house！ You counted upon an old house and turned up your nose at it in advance。 Ah！ yes； old houses； don't you wish you may get them！ A dilapidated； tumble…down cottage！ Why； don't you know that a dilapidated； tumble…down cottage is simply charming； a thing of beauty？ The wall is of beautiful； warm and strong colour； with moth holes； birds' nests； old nails on which the spider hangs his rose…window web； a thousand amusing things that break its evenness。 The window is only a dormer； but from it protrude long poles on which all sorts of clothing； of all sorts of colours； hang and dry in the wind…white tatters； red rags； flags of poverty that give to the hut an air of gaiety and are resplendent in the sunshine。 The door is cracked and black； but approach and examine it； you will without doubt find upon it a bit of antique ironwork of the time of Louis XIII。； cut out like a piece of guipure。 The roof is full of crevices； but in each crevice there is a convolvulus that will blossom in the spring； or a daisy that will bloom in the autumn。 The tiles are patched with thatch。 Of course they are； I should say so！ It affords the occasion to have on one's roof a colony of pink dragon flowers and wild marsh…mallow。 A fine green grass carpets the foot of this decrepit wall； the ivy climbs joyously up it and cloaks its barenessits wounds and its leprosy mayhap； moss covers with green velvet the stone seat at the door。 All nature takes pity upon this degraded and charming thing that you call a hovel； and welcomes it。 0 hovel！ honest and peaceful old dwelling； sweet and good to see！ rejuvenated every year by April and May！ perfumed by the wallflower and inhabited by the swallow！
No； it is not of this that I write； it is not； I repeat； of an old house； it is of a new house；of a new hovel； if you will。
This thing has not been built longer than two years。 The wall has that hideous and glacial whiteness of fresh plaster。 The whole is wretched； mean； high； tria