seven in the morning
Through the hurly-burly he can distinctly hear the voice of the young dragoon Henry , shouting : `` The tyrant is no more ; his myrmidons are broken . The Revolution will resume its course , majestic and terrible . '' Gamelin fainted . At seven in the morning a surgeon sent by the Convention dressed his hurts . The Convention was full of solicitude for Robespierre 's accomplices ; it would fain not have one of them escape the guillotine . The artist , ex-juror , ex-member of the Council General of the Commune , was borne on a litter to the Conciergerie . On the 10th , when Évariste , after a fevered night passed on the pallet-bed of a dungeon , awoke with a start of indescribable horror , Paris was smiling in the sunshine in all her beauty and immensity ; new-born hope filled the prisoners ' hearts ; tradesmen were blithely opening their shops , citizens felt themselves richer , young men happier , women more beautiful , for the fall of Robespierre .