ulates the bolt from outside.

CHAPTER XI.

THE END OF THE SECOND DAY

We left Marie's house just in time. The regiment charged to track us and
to arrest us was approaching. We heard the measured steps of soldiers in
the gloom. The streets were dark. We dispersed. I will not speak of a
refuge which was refused to us.

Less than ten minutes after our departure M. Marie's house was invested.
A swarm of guns and swords poured in, and overran it from cellar to
attic. "Everywhere! everywhere!" cried the chiefs. The soldiers sought
us with considerable energy. Without taking the trouble to lean down and
look, they ransacked under the beds with bayonet thrusts. Sometimes they
had difficulty in withdrawing the bayonets which they had driven into the
wall. Unfortunately for this zeal, we were not there.

This zeal came frown higher sources. The poor soldiers obeyed. "Kill
the Representatives," such were their instructions. It was at that
moment when Morny sent this despatch to Maupas: "If you take Victor
Hugo, do what you like with him." These were their politest phrases.
Later on the _coup d'etat_ in its decree of banishment, called us
"those individuals," which caused Schoelcher to say these haughty
words: "These people do not even know how to exile politely."

Dr. Veron who publishes in his "Memoires" the Morny-Maupas despatch,
adds: "M. du Maupas sent to look for Victor Hugo at the house of his
brother-in-law, M. Victor Foucher, Councillor to the Court of Cassation.
He did not find him."

An old friend, a man of heart and of talent, M. Henry d'E----, had
offered me a refuge in rooms which he occupied in the Rue Richelieu;
these rooms adjoining the Theatre Francais, were on the first floor of a
house which, like M. Grevy's residence, had an exit into the Rue
Fontaine Moliere.

I went there. M. Henry d'E---- being from home, his porter was awaiting
me, and handed me the key.

A candle lighted the room which I entered. There was a table near the
fire, a blotting-book, and some paper. It was past midnight, and I was
somewhat tired; but before going to bed, foreseeing that if I should
survive this adventure I should write its history, I resolved immediately
to note down some details of the state of affairs in Paris at the end of
this day, the second of the _coup d'etat_. I wrote this page, which I
reproduce here, because it is a life-like portrayal--a sort of direct
photograph:--

"Louis Bonaparte has invente