eleven o'clock
Vengeance for our brothers ! '' was now the terrible cry that burst from the infuriated populace . The congratulation -- the illumination -- all was lost in the wild wish for vengeance . At eleven o'clock that night an immense multitude , composed chiefly of workmen from the faubourgs , was coming down the Boulevard des Capucines . It was the largest and most regular throng yet seen . In front marched a platoon of men bearing torches and waving tri-color flags . Immediately behind walked an officer in the full uniform of the National Guard , with a drawn sword in his hand , whose slightest command was implicitly observed .