CHAPTER XXIV.

HAPPY FAMILY. On the evening of this same day, about five, a scene passed in the third and top flat of a dirty old tumbledown house in Juiverie Street which we would like our readers to behold. The interior of the sitting-room denoted poverty, and it was inhabited by three persons, a man, a woman, and a boy. The man looked to be over fifty; he was wearing an old uniform of a French Guards sergeant, a habit venerated since these troops sided with the people in the riots and exchanged shots with the German dragoons. …