“What stupidity!” growled a voice in the crowd. “Always some humbug, nothing strong!”
It was Regimbart. He did not salute Frederick, but took advantage of the occasion to give vent to his own bitterness.
The Citizen spent his days wandering about the streets, pulling his moustache, rolling his eyes about, accepting and propagating any dismal news that was communicated to him; and he had only two phrases: “Take care! we’re going to be run over!” or else, “Why, confound it! they’re juggling with the Republic!” He was discontented with everything, and[126] especially with the fact that we had not taken back our natural frontiers.
The very name of Lamartine made him shrug his shoulders. He did not consider Ledru-Rollin “sufficient for the problem,” referred to Dupont (of the Eure) as an old
