My arrest--I am transferred from my thieves' cell to Mademoiselle Gisquet's dressing-room--Achille de Harlay--The examining magistrate, M. Desmortiers--My life at M. Gisquet's--I am set at liberty--Letter to M. the Minister of Justice and his reply--I receive an offer of my peer's pension from Charles X.--My reply--Note from Madame la Duchesse de Berry--Letter to Béranger--I leave Paris--Diary from Paris to Lugano--M. Augustin Thierry--The road over the Saint-Gotthard--The Valley of Schöllenen--The Devil's Bridge--The Saint-Gotthard--Description of Lugano--The mountains--Excursions round about Lucerne--Clara Wendel--The peasants' prayer--M. Alexandre Dumas--Madame de Colbert--Letter to M. de Béranger--Zurich--Constance--Madame Récamier--Madame la Duchesse de Saint-Leu--Madame de Saint-Leu after reading M. de Chateaubriand's last letter--After reading a note signed "Hortense"--Arenenberg--I return to Geneva--Coppet--The tomb of Madame de Staël--A walk--Letter to Prince Louis Napoleon--Letters to the Minister of Justice, to the President of the Council, to Madame la Duchesse de Berry--I write my memorial on the captivity of the Princess--Circular to the editors of the newspapers--Extract from the _Mémoire sur la captivité de madame la duchesse de Berry_--My trial--Popularity. PARIS, RUE D'ENFER, _end of July_ 1832. One of my old friends, Mr. Frisell[408], an Englishman, had just lost, at Passy, his only daughter, aged seventeen years. I had gone, on the 19th of June, to the funeral of poor Eliza, whose portrait the pretty Madame Delessert was completing when Death put the finishing touch to it. Returning to my solitude in the Rue d'Enfer, I had hardly gone to bed, full of the melancholy thoughts that arise from the association of youth, beauty and the grave, when, at four o'clock in the morning, on the 20th of June[409], Baptiste, who had long been in my service, entered my room, came up to the bed and said: "Sir, the court-yard is full of men who have placed themselves at all the doors, after compelling Desbrosses to open the carriage-entrance; and there are three gentlemen asking to speak to you." As he finished these words, the "gentlemen" entered, and the chief of them, very politely approaching my bed, told me that he had an order to arrest me and take me to the Prefecture of Police. I asked him if the sun had risen, as the law demanded, and if he was the bearer of a legal warrant; he did not answer for the sun, but he showed me the following judicial notice: "Copy "PREFECTURE OF POLICE "In the King's name. "We, counsellor of State, Prefect of Police[410], "In view of information in our possession, "By virtue of Article X. of the Code of Criminal Instruction,