The workman went there without delay. Like the rest of us, as has been seen, Arnauld de l'Ariége had taken part in the conflict. Like most of the Representatives of the Left, he had not returned home since the morning of the 2d. Nevertheless, on the second day, he thought of his young wife whom he had left without knowing if he should see her again, of his baby of six months old which she was suckling, and which he had not kissed for so many hours, of that beloved hearth, of which at certain moments one feels an absolute need to obtain a fleeting glimpse, he could no longer resist; arrest, Mazas, the cell, the hulks, the firing party, all vanished, the idea of danger was obliterated, he went home. It was precisely at that moment that the workman arrived there. Arnauld de l'Ariége received him, read his letter, and approved of it. Arnauld de l'Ariége knew the Archbishop of Paris personally. M. Sibour, a Republican priest appointed Archbishop of Paris by General Cavaignac, was the true chief of the Church dreamed of by the liberal Catholicism of Arnauld de l'Ariége. On behalf of the Archbishop, Arnauld de l'Ariége represented in the Assembly that Catholicism which M. de Montalembert perverted. The democratic Representative and the Republic Archbishop had at times frequent conferences, in which acted as intermediatory the Abbé Maret, an intelligent priest, a friend of the people and of progress, Vicar-General of Paris, who has since been Bishop _in partibus_ of Surat. Some days previously Arnauld had seen the Archbishop, and had received his complaints of the encroachment of the Clerical party upon the episcopal authority, and he even proposed shortly to interpellate the Ministry on this subject and to take the question into the Tribune. Arnauld added to the workman's letter a letter of introduction, signed by himself, and enclosed the two letters in the same envelope. But here the same question arose. How was the letter to be delivered? Arnauld, for still weightier reasons than those of the workman, could not take it himself. And time pressed! His wife saw his difficulty and quietly said,-- "I will take charge of it." Madame Arnauld de l'Ariége, handsome and quite young, married scarcely two years, was the daughter of the Republican ex-Constituent Guichard, worthy daughter of such a father, and worthy wife of such a husband. They were fighting in Paris; it was necessary to face the dangers of the streets, to pass among musket-balls, to risk her life. Arnauld de l'Ariége hesitated. "What do you want to do?" he asked. "I will take this letter." "You yourself?" "I myself." "But there is danger." She raised her eyes, and answered,-- "Did I make that objection to you when you left me the day before yesterday?" He kissed her with tears in his eyes, and answered, "Go."