ABSTRACT

There was nothing to cause me serious alarm on the morning of the 22nd. The streets were packed with people, but they seemed more prone to gape and jeer than to rebel. Soldier and civilian made good-natured quips when they met, and there were more jokes than outcries from the crowd. I know one must not trust appearances too far. It is the street urchins of Paris who generally start rebellions, and they usually do so gaily, like schoolboys off for the holidays.