'Long live Napoleon!' a bullet shot putting an end to her life.

"Several of the townspeople had met with shocking deaths. For instance,
M. Angles, a neighbour of mine, an old man and no inconsiderable scholar,
having unfortunately, when at the palace some days before, given
utterance before witnesses to the sentiment that Napoleon was a great
man, learned that for this crime he was about to be arrested. Yielding
to the prayers of his family, he disguised himself, and, getting into a
waggon, set off to seek safety in the country. He was, however,
recognised and brought a prisoner to the place du Chapitre, where, after
being buffeted about and insulted for an hour by the populace, he was at
last murdered.

"It may easily be imagined that although no one came to disturb us we did
not sleep much that night. The ladies rested on sofas or in arm-chairs
without undressing, while our host, M______ and myself took turns in
guarding the door, gun in hand.

"As soon as it was light we consulted what course we should take: I was
of the opinion that we ought to try to reach Aix by unfrequented paths;
having friends there, we should be able to procure a carriage and get to
Nimes, where my family lived. But my wife did not agree with me. 'I
must go back to town for our things,' said she; 'we have no clothes but
those on our backs. Let us send to the village to ask if Marseilles is
quieter to-day than yesterday.' So we sent off a messenger.

"The news he brought back was favourable; order was completely restored.
I could not quite believe this, and still refused to let my wife return
to the town unless I accompanied her. But in that everyone was against
me: my presence would give rise to dangers which without me had no