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Louis Blanc called in company with three Representatives, Brisson, Floquet and Cournet. They came to consult me as to what ought to be done about the resignation question. Rochefort and Pyat, with three others, are resigning. I am in favour of resigning. Louis Blanc resists. The remainder of the Left do not appear to favour resignation en masse. Session.
Admitting that the gigantic and gloomy insurrection of June was composed of a wrath and of an enigma, one divined in the first barricade the dragon, and behind the second the sphinx. These two fortresses had been erected by two men named, the one, Cournet, the other, Barthelemy. Cournet made the Saint-Antoine barricade; Barthelemy the barricade of the Temple.
Huy and Lorrain, motionless, and as though themselves thunderstruck, gazed at this gloomy deed. They did not utter a word. They did not move a limb. The fiacre was still driving on. "Open the door!" Cournet cried to them. They did not stir, they seemed to have become stone.
Buvignier was one of the noteworthy figures on the high benches of the Left; fair, close-shaven, with a stern glance, he made one think of the English Roundheads, and he had the bearing rather of a Cromwellian Puritan than of a Dantonist Man of the Mountain. Cournet told his adventure, the extremity had been terrible. Buvignier shook his head. "You have killed a man," he said.
This quasi-synonym of Cornet and Cournet lead misled the bloodhounds of the coup d'état. Chance, we see, had interposed usefully in our affairs. I was talking at the door with Baudin, and we were making some last arrangements, when a young man with a chestnut beard, dressed like a man of fashion, and possessing all the manners of one, and whom I had noticed while speaking, came up to me.
I have read strange confidential letters of this Baron Hody. In action and in style there is nothing more cynical and more repulsive than the Jesuit police, when they unveil their secret treasures. These are the contents of the unbuttoned cassock. I simply tell the tale. Nothing more. "Baron Hody. Very well, I will go to him," said Cournet.
"You must conceal yourself," said Buvignier; "come to Juvisy." Buvignier had a little refuge at Juvisy, which is on the road to Corbeil. He was known and loved there; Cournet and he reached there that evening. But they had hardly arrived when some peasants said to Buvignier, "The police have already been here to arrest you, and are coming again to-night." It was necessary to go back.
I come to ask you to allow me to continue my road. Here is my pass." He presented the pass to the Custom House officer, the Custom House officer read it, found it according to due form, and said to Cournet, "Mr. Inspector, you are free." Cournet, delivered from the Belgian gendarmes by French authority, hastened to the railway station. He had friends there.
Cournet, however, with his habitual daring, came and went freely in order to carry on the lawful resistance, even in the quarters occupied by the troops, shaving off his moustaches as his sole precaution. On the Thursday afternoon he was on the boulevards at a few paces from a regiment of cavalry drawn up in order. He was quietly conversing with two of his comrades of the fight, Huy and Lorrain.
Cournet noticed that Lacoste was as white as a sheet. He advised going to bed and taking hot water. Lacoste took the advice. During the night he was copiously sick. The old man was in bed in an alcove near the kitchen, but next night he was put into a room out of the way of noise. Euphemie looked after her husband alone, preparing his drinks and admitting nobody to see him.
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