But I disliked the whole business, still more when I heard from some of the attendants in the hotel that this citizen Cazin was a man looked askance upon by some of his own party, and reputed to be both greedy and heartless. If I could have had my own way, I would have tried that very night to get them out of the city they had been at so much trouble to reach. But they were worn-out with fatigue and anxiety, and were fain to lay their heads anywhere. Before the night was out their baggage, rescued from the overturned diligence, was brought to the hotel, labelled (as I could not help noticing) with the name "Cazin," which only involved us all in deeper complication and trouble. Next day we waited for the promised visit from my ladies' travelling companion, but he never came. And in the evening we discovered the reason. The _maitre d'hotel_ demanded admission to their apartment and announced, with a roughness very different from his civility of the night before, that at the Convention that day several suspected persons had been denounced, among others the citizen Cazin, for having been in traitorous treaty with the enemies of the Republic. In a few hours it would become known that he had travelled to Paris with two ladies, and it was as much as his (my host's) neck was worth to allow those ladies to remain another hour in his house. Indeed his duty was to inform the authorities at once who his guests were. Happily for us his hotel had been visited by the police only the night before--ere the travellers arrived--and he had not yet exposed their names on his list. But it was known that the baggage, delivered last night, bore the name of the suspected Cazin, and that was enough to ruin us all. You may fancy the distress of the ladies at this news. All they could do was to hand one of their little rolls of _assignats_ to the landlord, and promise that within an hour he should be rid of them. "But the baggage," said mine host, who, in the midst of his perturbation, saw his way to a _solatium_ for himself; "I must detain that, and hand it over if required." "But it is not Monsieur Cazin's; it is my lady's, who is no connection of the suspect," said I. "If the ladies cannot part with their baggage," said mine host, fumbling the notes, "they must remain here with it. I confiscate it in the name of the Republic One and Indivisible." It was no use arguing or appealing; our only hope lay in civility. "Citizen host," said I, "is quite right, and the ladies are grateful for his consideration. Their name is Lestrange. They know nothing of Citizen Cazin or his baggage, and they bid adieu to the Hotel Lambert forthwith." The cunning landlord, having gained his ends, returned to his civility.