'Ah, but Madeleine declares that Madame Deschwanden is quite resolved not to go there. And Madeleine is of the same mind.' 'Then,' said Nicholas, 'my father and I shall return.' 'And then I could not go with you two men,' said the girl, laughing gaily. 'Oh!' exclaimed the young man, opening his great eyes very wide, 'that is awkward, I never thought of that.' 'And do you not think it a little awkward sitting here waiting for Madeleine?' asked Gabrielle. 'No,' answered Nicholas, promptly; 'certainly not, why should it be so?' 'The gardens are very full,' said Gabrielle; 'had we not better walk about now, and look for Madeleine, instead of sitting here any longer hand in hand?' 'Very well,' answered Nicholas, rising, but not relinquishing the hand. Gabrielle, however, snatched it from him, and then rested it on his arm. 'Look,' said Nicholas, 'the soldiers are yonder, drawn up at the entrance of the Champs Elysées.' 'I have heard the discharge of fire-arms,' said Gabrielle, 'but not in that direction.' 'Alphonse!' exclaimed Nicholas to a friend who was passing, 'can you tell me what is going on? I was with the mob that marched from the Palais Royal to the Place Vendôme, and was there dispersed, which gave me the opportunity of escaping; it was no fault of mine that I was in the riot.' 'Nicholas, my brave!' said the young man accosted, 'you want zeal. But, to be sure, you are a foreigner. In your own country you would be a patriot.' 'To be sure,' answered Nicholas; 'mine is the land of patriots; have we not Werner Stauffacher, Erni of Melchthal, Walter Fürst, and the great and glorious Tell?' 'I have heard,' said Alphonse, 'that Tell is a myth--a fable.' 'A myth--a fable!' exclaimed Nicholas, dropping Gabrielle's arm in the extremity of his dismay. 'Wilhelm Tell!' he raised his cap at the name. 'I have seen the place where he shot the arrow; I have seen the spot where his son stood with the apple on his head; I have worshipped before the chapel where he leaped ashore from Gessler's boat.' 'Never mind him now,' said Alphonse, laughing; 'come along with me to the Place Louis XV[1].' 'And tell me what has been going on. Hush! there is the rattle of guns again.' 'Nicholas!' whispered Gabrielle. 'There! look there!' She pointed to a shutter which was being carried on men's shoulders through the gardens; over it was cast a sheet spotted with blood; the sheet by its folds indicated the outline of a corpse beneath it. Immediately after, the Royal German dragoons, who had been employed in dispersing the mob, arrived in the Place Louis XV. As they passed the barrack of the French guard, a volley of musketry was discharged upon them from the windows, and several of the soldiers were unhorsed and wounded. At the same moment, a crowd which had filled the Champs Elysées, and some of the promenaders in the Tuileries gardens, rushed upon the dragoons with bottles and stones, which they flung at them with cries of anger and hatred.