On the morning of the 6th, the insurrection had receded and concentrated itself in two quarters: on the place de la Bastille and at the entrance to the faubourg Saint-Antoine and in the rues Saint-Martin, Saint-Merry, Aubry-le-Boucher, Planche-Mibray and Arcis. The Government united its whole efforts to carry these last positions. From the next day the place de la Concorde was crowded with Artillery; two battalions hurried from Saint-Cloud, and three regiments of cavalry entered Paris from Versailles, drawing their guns with them. As to the barricade in the rue de Ménilmontant, it held out until daybreak; but, as it was too exposed on all sides, it could not hold out longer; those who guarded it took refuge with Bastide and Thomas, and escaped by a little window that looked out on a small street. At four o'clock in the morning it was rumoured that everything had quietened down. After a feverish night I got up to find out the news; but, not being able to walk, I took a carriage. I drove to the rue des Pyramides. I hoped to see Arago there and learn the news from him. But neither he nor Bernard, fils (of Rennes) had returned; M. Bernard (of Rennes) and his charming daughters (whom I have not seen again, I believe, since that day) were very anxious; but whilst I was there a vigorous ringing of the bell announced with certainty some news either good or bad. They ran to the door and uttered a cry of joy. The father had his son back again, and the sisters beheld their brother again. I left the excellent family fondling their prodigal child, and went upstairs to Arago's rooms. He had taken off his artillery uniform. "What barricade have you been behind all night?" he asked me, when he saw I was as pale as death. "In my bed, unluckily.... And you?" He related the story of the barricade in the rue de Ménilmontant. "Is that all you know?" I asked. "What more do you think I know? I left my rifle,... but come to the _National_ with me, where we shall find news." We went down, and, on the stairs, we met Charles Teste, who was going to Bernard (de Rennes). "Ah! there you are, deserter," he said to Arago. "How a deserter?" exclaimed the latter. "I have just come from fighting." "It is just that that I mean; but there are various ways of deserting: you were the _maire,_ and your place was not behind a barricade, but at your own offices; when one is the head, one must not make oneself a branch. ... _Parbleu!_ I too would have liked to take up my gun, it would not have been a very wicked thing to do, but I said to myself, 'Stay, Charles! You are the head, and you must not take the part of an arm too!'"