In fact it made it necessary to give fresh orders all along the line. Instead of two days, the relays would have to wait three; the same with the troops. On the 20th of June, M. de Bouillé advanced to Stenay, where he found the Royal Germans. We have already seen that, on the same day, the hussars arrived at St. Menehould, announcing the arrival of the dragoons. We know, through M. Drouet, what a sensation their unexpected appearance created. We have seen another hussar detachment arrive at Varennes, causing little less sensation than their brothers-in-arms did at St. Menehould. * * * * * Let us now turn our attention to Paris, and see what was going on these last few days. We have already said that the Queen managed the diplomacy. She diplomatised wonderfully. Firstly, she had used the white horses which drew the funeral car of M. Voltaire. Secondly, on the 19th, she took a stroll with the Dauphin on the outer boulevards. Thirdly, on the 20th, she said to M. Montmorin, Minister of Foreign Affairs, “Have you seen Madame Elizabeth? She causes me pain. I wished her to accompany me in the procession of the Fête Dieu, and she refuses me.” On the same day, meeting a commander of the National Guard, “Well, monsieur,” said she, laughing, “do they still speak of the flight of the King from Paris?” “No, Madame,” replied the commander; “they are too well convinced of the King’s love for the Constitution and for his people.” “They are right,” replied the Queen. On the 17th, M. Moustier, ex-garde du corps, had been accosted by an unknown whilst he was walking in the Tuileries. The unknown had invited him to follow him in the name of the King. M. Moustier had obeyed. Ten minutes afterwards he was in the presence of the King. Louis XVI saluted him by name. The garde du corps, astonished, bowed. “I know you, monsieur,” said the King, “and feel assured that I can count upon you; that is why I am now addressing you.” “Whatever your wishes may be, I hope I shall prove myself worthy of your confidence, sire.” “Think you that I can count equally well on your two friends, De Valory and De Malden?” “I am assured of it, sire.” “Well, tell them to have made vests of chamois leather, trousers of hide, jack-boots, and velvet caps.” The choice of chamois leather was most imprudent, as it was the color of the Prince de Condé, when he emigrated. M. de Moustier was then asked to walk every evening on the Pont Royal. There, a confidential servant, who knew him by sight, would bring him the last orders of the King. On the evening of the 19th, M. Moustier received the following order:— “M. de Moustier and his companions are desired to be in the court of the Château to-morrow, at nine o’clock in the evening; they will then learn what is required of them.”