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I asked anxiously for the Chancellor, and heard he had escaped into
the Hotel de Luynes, which was three doors beyond ours. He had set
out at six in the morning for the palace, it was believed to take
orders for breaking up the Parliament. His daughter, thinking there
might be danger, chose to go with him, and so did his brother the
Bishop; but the instant he was known to be entangled in the streets,
the mob rose on him, the chains were put up, he had to leave his
carriage and flee on foot to the Hotel de Luynes, where his brother-
in-law lived. There the door was open, but no one was up but an old
servant, and, in the utmost terror, the unhappy Chancellor rushed
into a little wainscoted closet, where he shut himself up, confessing
his sins to the Bishop, believing his last moments were come. In
fact, the mob did search all over the hotel, some meaning to make him
a hostage for Broussel, and others shouting that they would cut him
to pieces to show what fate awaited the instruments of tyranny. They
did actually beat against the wainscot of his secret chamber, but
hearing nothing, they left the spot, but continued to keep guard
round the house, shouting out execrations against him.
Meantime Eustace had brought us safely home, where the first thing we
did was to hurry up to the balcony, where Annora was already watching
anxiously.
Presently, Marshal de Meilleraye and his light horse came galloping
and clattering down the street, while the mob fled headlong, hither
and thither, before them.
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