They returned, as on the former occasion, without having seen anything. These in-comings and out-goings excited the attention of a population already alarmed. They perceived that the two officers had the appearance of being restless and uneasy. To the queries put them on the subject, they replied that they were awaiting a treasure which apparently was delayed, and that this delay gave rise to uneasiness. About seven o’clock in the evening, a courier, dressed in a chamois leather vest, arrived, drew up at the post-house, and commanded horses for two carriages. The postmaster was Jean Baptiste Drouet. M. de Dandoins approached M. de Valory. “Monsieur,” said he, in a whisper, “you are preceding the King’s carriage, are you not?” “Yes, monsieur,” replied the courier; “and let me add, that I am astonished to see you and your men in policemen’s hats.” “We did not know the exact hour of the King’s arrival. Our presence annoys the people; demonstrations of the most menacing character with regard to us have been made, and they have tried to entice away my men.” “Silence,” said M. de Valory; “they hear what we are saying. Rejoin your men, sir, and try to keep them to their duty.” MM. de Valory and de Dandoins then separated. At the same moment the crackings of a whip were heard, and the two carriages crossed the Place de l’Hotel de Ville. They drew up in front of the post-house. One can easily recognise the house, then built about three years, and which bears upon its face the date 1788. Scarcely had the carriage stopped, when crowds of people surrounded them. One of the lookers-on asked M. Malden, who was descending from the box, “Who are the travellers who journey in this style?” “Madame the Baronne de Korff,” replied de Malden. “What! another of the exiles who are sucking at the vitals of France?” murmured the spectator, discontentedly. “No; this lady is a Russian, and, consequently, a stranger.” During this, M. de Dandoins, his policeman’s hat in his hand, approached the carriage door, before which he stood, respectfully. “Sir officer,” said the King, “how is it that I found no one at Pont-de-Somme-Vesles?” “I was asking myself, sire, how it was that you arrived without escort.” The sight of a commander of dragoons talking with the deepest respect to a sort of _valet-de-chambre_, seated in the front seat of the carriage, redoubled the astonishment of the people, and began to change that astonishment rapidly into suspicion. Still, the King took no precaution to hide himself. At this moment, M. Drouet came out from the door of his house, and seeing the man who was talking to the commander of the dragoons, he cried, “Just heavens—the King!” He had much the same expression of face as he had at the federation, and his general appearance was such that he was not easily disguised. A municipal officer was there; his name was Farcy. Drouet touched him on the elbow. “Do you recognize that man?” said he, pointing to the King.