“Our Captain, M. Drouet.” “A revolutionist!” “Possibly so, M. le Comte; but he is our commander, and we are bound to obey him.” “Is it forbidden to cry ‘Vive le Roi?’” “No, M. le Comte; we are all Royalists.” M. de Dampierre lifted his hat as high as his length of arm would permit him, raised himself in his stirrups, and cried “Vive le Roi!” The King put his head out of the window, and without any expression of gratitude or remembrance, bowed to him. M. de Dampierre retreated out of the crowd with trouble, being obliged to make his horse go backwards. I remember him as well as if the events occurred but yesterday. He wore gray trousers, long riding boots, a white waistcoat, a three-cornered hat, trimmed with gold lace. As usual with him, he carried, slung over his shoulder, a little single-barrelled gun. I lost sight of him. I fancied that he took the direction of the Rue de l’Abreuvoir. During this time, the Mayor and members of the municipality had advanced as far as the bridge of the Aisne, situate at the extremity of the Porte au Bois, to meet the royal family. A municipal officer then took occasion to speak, and to tell the King what alarms his flight had caused in France. Louis XVI was contented to reply, with an ill-tempered air, “I never intended to leave my kingdom.” The crowd was so great that we took half an hour to go five hundred yards. About half-past eleven, the King mounted the steps of the Hotel de Ville, his garments covered with dust, and his face altered and careworn. The Queen dressed in black. She had changed her robe at M. Sauce’s, and held the Dauphin by the hand. Louis XVI and his children were hungry. As for the Queen, in the same manner, as she cared not to sleep, she now seemed to care not to eat. A breakfast had been prepared through the forethought of the municipal council, but as they were a long time serving it, a gendarme named Lapointe brought some cherries in his hat for Madame Royale. The royal family had likewise need of rest. The Mayor, M. Dupuis de Dammartin, offered them hospitality; they accepted it; only M. Dupuis de Dammartin observed to the King that it would be just as well if the Queen and the Dauphin showed themselves to the people. The King made no difficulty. He showed himself first. Afterwards the Queen appeared in her turn, holding the Dauphin in her arms. The window of the Hotel de Ville—the only one which had a balcony—was so narrow that the King and Queen could not both show themselves at the same time. A municipal officer then announced to the people that the King, being fatigued, intended to honor the citizens of St. Menehould by sleeping within their walls.