We resumed our deliberation on the subject of a decree.  We were unanimously agreed upon the advantage of an immediate convocation of a New Assembly.  But for what date?  Louis Bonaparte had appointed the 20th of December for his Plebiscitum; we chose the 21st.  Then, what should we call this Assembly?  Michel de Bourges strongly advocated the title of “National Convention,” Jules Favre that its name should be “Constituent Assembly,” Carnot proposed the title of “Sovereign Assembly,” which, awakening no remembrances, would leave the field free to all hopes.  The name of “Sovereign Assembly” was adopted.

The decree, the preamble of which Carnot insisted upon writing from my dictation, was drawn up in these terms.  It is one of those which has been printed and placarded.

  “DECREE.

  “The crime of Louis Bonaparte imposes great duties upon the
  Representatives of the People remaining at liberty.

  “Brute force seeks to render the fulfilment of these duties impossible.

  “Hunted, wandering from refuge to refuge, assassinated in the streets,
  the Republican Representatives deliberate and act, notwithstanding the
  infamous police of the coup d’etat.

  “The outrage of Louis Napoleon, in overturning all the Public Powers,
  has only left one authority standing,—­the supreme authority,—­the
  authority of the people:  Universal Suffrage.

  “It is the duty of the Sovereign People to recapture and reconstitute
  all the social forces which to-day are dispersed.

  “Consequently, the Representatives of the People decree:—­

  “ARTICLE I.—­The People are convoked on the 21st December, 1851, for
  the election of a Sovereign Assembly.

  “ARTICLE II.—­The election will take place by Universal Suffrage,
  according to the formalities determined by the decree of the
  Provisional Government of March 5, 1848.

  “Given at Paris, in Permanent Session, December 4, 1851.”

As I finished signing this decree, Durand-Savoyat entered and whispered to me that a woman had asked for me, and was waiting in the ante-chamber.  I went out to her.  It was Madame Charassin.  Her husband had disappeared.  The Representative Charassin, a political economist, an agriculturist, a man of science, was at the same time a man of great courage.  We had seen him on the preceding evening at the most perilous points.  Had he been arrested?  Madame Charassin came to ask me if we knew where he was.  I was ignorant.  She went to Mazas to make inquiries for him there.  A colonel who simultaneously commanded in the army and in the police, received her, and said, “I can only permit you to see your husband on one condition.”  “What is that?” “You will talk to him about nothing.”  “What do you mean Nothing?” “No news, no politics.”  “Very well.”  “Give me your word of honor.”  And she had answered him, “How is it that you wish me to give you my word of honor, since I should decline to receive yours?”