Now, about the passport. We know that the Queen travelled under the name of the Baroness de Korff. The two children were the Dauphin and Madame Royal; the intendant was the King; and the two _femmes-de-chambre_ Mesdames de Neuville and Brunier. That did not comprise, it is true, Madame Elizabeth, or M. d’Agout, whom M. de Bouillé had recommended the King to take with him, but they were obliged to trust something to chance. On the morning of the 20th, M. Moustier presented his two companions to the King. M. Malden was to take the name of Jean, M. de Moustier the name of Melchior, and M. Valory the name of François. As for M. de Choiseul, he awaited the orders of the King at his house, Rue d’Artois, on the 20th. Up to three o’clock, he had heard nothing, and he ought to start twelve hours in advance of the King. He began to despair, when a servant entered to say that a messenger had arrived from the Queen. He ordered the messenger to be shown up. The fellow entered. He had a great hat thrust over his eyes, and was wrapped in an immense cloak. It was the Queen’s hair-dresser, the famous Léonard, who has left his memoirs to posterity. He was a personage of the utmost importance. “What, Léonard! It was not you whom I expected; but, since you are come, make yourself at home.” “It is not my fault if I have kept you waiting, M. le Comte; but it is but ten minutes since I left the Queen to come here.” “And she has told you nothing, given you no message?” cried the Count, astonished. “She told me to take all her diamonds, and bring you this letter.” “Well, well—give it me!” M. de Choiseul read the letter. It was long, and full of instructions. It announced that they would leave punctually to the moment. As to the Comte de Choiseul, it commanded him to set out that instant, begging him to take Léonard with him, who, continued Marie Antoinette, had orders to obey him as he would herself. M. de Choiseul read aloud that recommendation to Léonard, who made a lowly obeisance. He then burnt the letter. At this moment one of the Comte’s servant entered. “The carriage awaits M. le Comte,” said he. “Come, my dear Léonard—come!” said the young gentleman. “Why should I come?” cried the stupefied hair-dresser. “Why should you? Are you not to obey me as you would the Queen? Come! I command you!” “But her Majesty’s diamonds?” “You will bring them with you.” “Where?” “Where we are going.” “But where are we going?” “A few leagues from here, where we have to fulfil a most particular and important mission.” “Impossible, M. le Comte!” cried Léonard, drawing himself back with affright. “Léonard, you forget that her Majesty said that you were to obey me as you would herself.” He then assisted the despairing hair-dresser to mount into the cabriolet, and lashed the horse into full speed in the direction of the Petite Vilette.