He turned so as to throw the light of his lantern upon a second placard on the other panel of the door, directly opposite the first one. "Gauvain warns Lantenac that if he catches him he will have him shot." "Yesterday the first placard was posted on my door," said the host, "and this morning came the second. He was not kept waiting for his answer." The traveller, in an undertone, as though speaking to himself, uttered certain words which the innkeeper caught without fully understanding their meaning:-- "Yes, this is more than waging war against one's native land; it is carrying it into the family. And it must needs be done; great regenerations are only to be purchased at this price." And the traveller, with his eyes still riveted to the second placard, lifted his hand to his hat and saluted it. The host continued:-- "You see, citizen, this is the way matters stand. In the cities and in larger towns we are in favor of revolution, but in the country they are opposed to it; which amounts to saying that we are Frenchmen in the cities, and Bretons in the villages. It is a war between the peasants and the townspeople. They call us _patauds_,[1] and we call them _rustauds._[2] They have the nobles and the priests on their side." "Not all of them," interrupted the rider. "That is true, citizen, for here we have a Viscount fighting against a Marquis; and I verily believe," he added aside, "that I am speaking to a priest at this minute." "Which of the two is likely to gain the day?"