texts: Paris is evacuated, sire.  The enemy is to enter at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.  The National Guard is on duty at the gates. </s> <s> Paris has surrendered?!  I don't believe it. </s> <s> Unhappily, it is true, sire.
labels: But where are my wife and son? What's become of them?  Where is Marmont?  Where is Mortier?