Part 20 (2/2)
”Of course. An hour after, they returned in a body two hundred and fifty strong, with Barrot at their head, who at once mounted the tribune and denounced the despotism of the Ministry in forbidding the peaceful a.s.sembling of the citizens, without tumult or arms, to discuss their political rights. Duchatel replied, under great excitement.
”'Shall reform committees dare to call out the National Guard at their pleasure?' he asked.
”'Will you dare to call out the National Guard?' retorted De Courtais, fiercely. 'Only try it!'
”'The Government of France will never yield!' rejoined the Minister, pale with fury.
”'Speak in your own name, Monsieur!' shouted Flocon.
”'I shall never speak in yours!' was the answer.
”'You play the game of menace!' cried Lesseps.
”'The Government will never yield!' again vociferated Duchatel.
”'Those were the very words of Charles X.!' observed M. Dantes, sternly.
The entire left responded in a terrific roar.
”'There is blood in those words!' shouted Ledru Rollin.
”'The Government will never yield!' the Minister of the Interior for the third time vehemently exclaimed, and the right gathered around him.
'This is worse than Polignac or Peyronet!' vociferated Odillon Barrot, his trumpet tones rising above all others like a clarion in a tempest.
Those hated names were greeted by a yell of abhorrence perfectly savage from the left; then all was uproar--a dozen voices simultaneously shouting at their loudest--denunciation--menace--defiance--retort--clenched hands--extended arms--furious gesticulations--every one on tip-toe--fiery eyes--stamping feet--shouts of 'Order! order!
order!'--and, amid all, the incessant tinkling of old Sauzet's little silver bell, which was just about as effective in restoring peace as it would be to quiet the tempest now howling through the streets of Paris.
At length, in utter consternation and dismay the old President put on his hat, and, p.r.o.nouncing the seance ended, rushed from his chair amid a hurricane of uproarious shouts.”
”And Odillon Barrot?”
”Odillon Barrot led the opposition members immediately from the Chamber to his own house, where they have been ever since in deliberation. It was six o'clock when the sitting closed, and they must be in consultation now, or Barrot would surely be here, if but for a moment, out of respect to his bosom friend, our host. Ah! there he is, just entering, surrounded by a perfect army of Republicans--De Courtais, Marrast, Lesseps, Duvergier, Flocon, Lamartine, Dupont and a whole host besides.”
”How excited they look!” exclaimed the journalist. ”Ah! Thiers approaches them from the other end of the salon!”
”M. Thiers, like the worldly-wise and selfish man he is, has held himself aloof from the banquet, and even declined the invitation accepted by a hundred of his party; to-day he was absent from the Chamber and to-night from the conclave, all with the aspiring, yet vain hope, that the King will send for him to form a Ministry.”
”And yet, in the Chamber, a few days ago, he said that he was of the party of the revolution in Europe.”
”True, but he added that he wished the revolution carried on by its moderate supporters, and that he should do all he could to keep it in the hands of the moderate party.”
”'But if it should pa.s.s into the hands of a party not moderate,'
continued the crafty ex-Minister, 'I shall not abandon the cause of the revolution. I shall be always of the party of the revolution.' But see, he singles out Marrast, of all others!”
”And his old colleague of 'Le National' seems to give him no very cordial reception,” added the Deputy. ”But let us move up and hear the determination of the opposition relative to the banquet.”
”That's the very question the little historian has just propounded to the great journalist. Now for the answer.”
”The opposition decide, Monsieur, to abandon the banquet,” was the angry reply of the editor to the ex-Minister.
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