the crown and tricolor. It is said that any small boy in those days could
exhibit the King to curious sightseers by raising a cheer outside the
Tuileries windows, when His Majesty, to whom any manifestation of
enthusiasm was extremely precious, would appear automatically upon the
balcony and bow. But there were traces of agitation still to be felt up and
down the country, and over Paris hung that deceptive, stolid air of
indifference which is so puzzling a characteristic of crises in France.

The Mintos travelled in several carriages with a considerable retinue, with
a doctor and servants, but not with a train which, in those days, would
have been thought remarkable for an English peer.

MELUN, _November_ 22, 1830 [3]

We left Sens at half past eight and did not stop to dine, but ate
in the carriage. We passed through Fossard, Monteran, and got here
about four. The doctor is quite grave about his tricolor and has
worn it all day. We have had immense laughing at him. He was very
much frightened at Sens, because Papa told him the people of the
hotel were for the Bourbons and were angry with him for wearing the
tricolor. A great many post-boys have it on their hats and all the
fleurs-de-lis on the mile-posts are rubbed out.

[3] All extracts not otherwise specified are from Lady John Russell's
diary.

By this date Charles X, surrounded by his gloomy, ceremonial little court
of faithful followers, was playing his nightly game of whist in the
melancholy shelter of Holyrood, where he was to remain for the next two
years, an insipid, sorrowful figure, distinguished by such dignity as
unquerulous passivity can lend to the foolish and unfortunate. Meanwhile,
Paris was attempting to vamp up some interest in her new King, who walked
the streets with an umbrella under his arm.

PARIS, _December_ 23, 1830

We were in the Place Vendome to-day, which was full of national
guards waiting for the King. We stopped to see him. It looked very
gay and pretty: the National Guard held hands in a long row and
danced for ever so long round and round the pillar, with the people
shouting as hard as they could. It looked very funny, but the King
did not come whilst we were there. We heard them singing the
Parisienne. The trial is over and the ministers are at Vincennes,
going to be put in prison. There have been several mobs about the
Luxembourg and the Palais Royal,