Rose Thevenin received her two friends in a drawing-room furnished _a l'antique_, the sofas and armchairs of which were designed by David. Roman bas-reliefs, copied in monochrome, adorned the walls above statues, busts and candelabra of imitation bronze. She wore a curled wig of a straw colour. At that date wigs were all the rage; it was quite common to include half a dozen, a dozen, a dozen and a half in a bride's trousseau. A gown _a la Cyprienne_ moulded her body like a sheath. Throwing a cloak over her shoulders, she led her two friends and the engraver into the garden, which Ledoux was laying out for her, but which as yet was a chaos of leafless trees and plaster. She showed them, however, Fingal's grotto, a gothic chapel with a bell, a temple, a torrent. "There," she said, pointing to a clump of firs, "I should like to raise a cenotaph to the memory of the unfortunate Brotteaux des Ilettes. I was not indifferent to him; he was a lovable man. The monsters slaughtered him; I bewailed his fate. Desmahis, you shall design me an urn on a column." Then she added almost without a pause: "It is heart-breaking.... I wanted to give a ball this week; but all the fiddles are engaged three weeks in advance. There is dancing every night at the _citoyenne_ Tallien's." After dinner Mademoiselle Thevenin's carriage took the three friends and Desmahis to the Theatre Feydeau. All that was most elegant in Paris was gathered in the house--the women with hair dressed _a l'antique_ or _a la victime_, in very low dresses, purple or white and spangled with gold, the men wearing very tall black collars and the chin disappearing in enormous white cravats. The bill announced _Phedre_ and the _Chien du Jardinier_,--The Gardener's Dog. With one voice the audience demanded the hymn dear to the _muscadins_ and the gilded youth, the _Reveil du peuple_,--The Awakening of the People. The curtain rose and a little man, short and fat, took the stage; it was the celebrated Lays. He sang in his fine tenor voice: _Peuple francais, peuple de freres!..._ Such storms of applause broke out as set the lustres of the chandelier jingling. Then some murmurs made themselves heard, and the voice of a citizen in a round hat answered from the pit with the hymn of the Marseillaise: _Allons, enfants de la patrie...._ The voice was drowned by howls, and shouts were raised: "Down with the Terrorists! Death to the Jacobins!" Lays was recalled and sang a second time over the hymn of the Thermidorians. _Peuple francais, peuple de freres!..._ In every play-house was to be seen the bust of Marat, surmounting a column or raised on a pedestal; at the Theatre Feydeau this bust stood on a dwarf pillar on the "prompt" side, against the masonry-framing in the stage. While the orchestra was playing the Overture of _Phedre et Hippolyte_, a young _Muscadin_, pointing his cane at the bust, shouted: "Down with Marat!"--and the whole house took up the cry: "Down with Marat! Down with Marat!"