Rameau, too thoroughly Parisian not to be as lavish of his own money as he was envious of another's, slipped some pieces of gold in the Pole's hand. The Pole's bosom heaved with manly emotion: "These pieces bear the effigies of the tyrant--I accept them as redeemed from disgrace by their uses to Freedom." "Share them with Signor Raselli in the name of the same cause," whispered Rameau, with a smile he might have plagiarised from De Mauleon. The Italian, whose ear was inured to whispers, heard and turned round as he stood at the threshold. "No, confrere of France--no, confrere of Poland--I am Italian. All ways to take the life of an enemy are honourable--no way is honourable which begs money from a friend." An hour or so later, Rameau was driven in his comfortable coupe to the Faubourg du Temple. Suddenly, at the angle of a street, his coachman was stopped--a rough- looking man appeared at the door--__"Descends, mon petit bourgeois__." Behind the rough-looking man were menacing faces. Rameau was not physically a coward--very few Frenchmen are, still fewer Parisians; and still fewer no matter what their birthplace, the men whom we call vain--the men who over-much covet distinction, and over-much dread reproach. "Why should I descend at your summons?" said Rameau, haughtily. "Bah! Coachman, drive on!" The rough-looking man opened the door, and silently extended a hand to Rameau, saying gently: "Take my advice, _mon bourgeois_. Get out--we want your carriage. It is a day of barricades--every little helps, even your coupe!" While this man spoke others gesticulated; some shrieked out, "He is an employer! he thinks he can drive over the employed!" Some leader of the crowd--a Parisian crowd always has a classical leader, who has never read the classics--thundered forth, "Tarquin's car! Down with Tarquin!" Therewith came a yell, "_A la lanterne_--Tarquin!" We Anglo-Saxons, of the old country or the new, are not familiarised to the dread roar of a populace delighted to have a Roman authority for tearing us to pieces; still Americans know what is Lynch law. Rameau was in danger of Lynch law, when suddenly a face not unknown to him interposed between himself and the rough-looking man.