emissary--has access to it. You will have to watch every stranger, to keep the exile perpetually under lock and key, to give him a large escort every time he leaves the town. To mark my refusal of all responsibility, I shall at once withdraw my little garrison of a company of guards from the place"--a brilliant little troop, decked out gaily in scarlet-and-silver. James, who was at the time at Châlons, awaiting the king's pleasure--waiting also for a passport and safe conduct (a most important requisite in those days)--and waiting, not least, for money, of which he was chronically, and at that moment most acutely, in want--his mother says that he had none at all--did not relish the idea of so much restraint and danger. So he begged Louis to change his mind back again, and to allow him after all to go to Bar. And Louis, having put poor Leopold to more trouble--for he had at once set eighty men at work at Nancy, turning his palace, "_pillé, dégradé, négligé_" that it was, to rights--coolly has Leopold informed that his first choice is again to hold good, with not a word of regret added to sweeten the pill, except it be, that all the trouble incurred "_sera bientost reparé_." Later, James found the air at Bar "_trop vif_" and accordingly thought of moving to Saint Mihiel. After that, his courtiers hoped that he would prevail upon the Duke to lend him his rather magnificent palace of Einville, near Lunéville. And in one of the despatches it is shown that their suspicion that Lord Middleton was opposing this proposal was one of the reasons why they so very much disliked him. But, after all, with the interruptions caused by very frequent, and often prolonged, visits to Lunéville, to Commercy, and to Nancy--as well as to Plombières, and one or two sly expeditions to Paris and St Germains--in the interesting and picturesque little capital of the Barrois, washed by the foaming Ornain, did the Chevalier remain, hatching schemes, writing despatches to the Pope, _quâ_ king, moreover making love to his nameless fair one, and beguiling the time with the games of the period, until the _Fata Morgana_ of rather hoped for than anticipated success lured him on that unhappy expedition into Scotland.