'Very well; now you have seven judges,' said M. Osselin, who laboured to save Foulon, and for that purpose raised difficulties; 'you must have also a secretary.' 'You shall be secretary.' 'And a procureur du roi.' 'We name M. Duveyrier.' That gentleman, forced against his will to act as prosecutor, asked what charges were brought against the accused. The people shouted in reply that the prisoner impoverished the land to enrich himself, that he wanted to make the peasants eat hay, that he had counselled the king to bombard Paris. 'We bring a capital accusation against him,--of treason towards the nation.' 'If the accusation be capital,' said the two curés, rising, 'we refuse to act as judges.' 'It is capital,' the people shouted. 'We are forbidden by the canons of the Church to shed blood,' said the curé of S. Étienne du Mont, 'therefore my brother priest and I refuse to act as judges.' A storm burst forth. Some cried, 'The priests are right;' others thundered, 'We are being hoodwinked; they want to save the prisoner.' The clamour for judgment on the unfortunate Foulon became deafening. The electors began to fear for themselves. 'Gentlemen, we want two judges in the place of the priests,' said one of them. 'We name MM. Bailly and Lafayette.' 'But M. de Lafayette is absent. What is to be done? shall we wait for him, or will you name some one as a substitute?' 'You judges name your coadjutor.' But at that moment Lafayette came in and seated himself at the bureau of the electors. With some difficulty silence was impressed on the crowd in the hall, and then Lafayette addressed them. 'Gentlemen,' said he, 'I cannot blame your anger and your indignation against this man. I myself have never esteemed him; I have always regarded him as a rogue, and I believe in my heart that no punishment can exceed his deserts. You wish him to be sentenced; we have the same wish, he shall be sentenced and punished; but he has accomplices, and it is important that we should know their names. I am going to order him to be conducted to the Abbaye; there he shall be tried and condemned to the infamous death he has so richly deserved.' 'Yes, yes!' was the unanimous response; 'send him away to prison. Bring him out.' Foulon looked round, opened his snuff-box, poured the rest of its contents into his palm, and applied it to his nose. 'This may be my last snuff,' said he collectedly to those who stood by him. 'I have now none to offer you, I grieve to state.' A man at that instant forced his way before the bureau, and exclaimed, 'You electors are mocking us. What need is there of judging a man who has been judged these thirty years?' Instantly a rush was made at Foulon, and he was dragged by a multitude of hands along the hall. In vain he struggled; in vain did Lafayette cry to the people to hearken to reason, in vain did Bailly ring his bell and address the mob. Their enemy was within their grasp, and he was swept away from the tribunal.