The footman descended from his perch, and approaching the door of the carriage, opened it, and respectfully assisted two gentlemen to alight. These gentlemen were dressed with elegant simplicity. The first had an oval face, which was full of good-humor, and in which an imaginative eye might have discerned an odd resemblance to a _pear_; the second, who seemed to be his brother, was more sedate, and did not smile. The gentlemen entered the inn, and asked if dinner could be furnished. The landlord replied that nothing could be easier, and called their attention to a noise which issued from the next room. The elder gentleman, whose accent had indicated his foreign origin, approached the door which led into the dining-room, followed by his companion. They looked in. A long table, covered with a profusion of everything which the most robust appetite could desire, was filled with ploughmen, rough farmers, hunters from the neighboring hills, and a nondescript class, which were neither farmers, ploughmen, nor hunters, but made their living by conveying huge teams from town to town. They were travelling merchants--not wagoners simply, as might have been supposed from their garments full of straw, and the huge whips which lay beside them on the floor. When they chewed their food, these worthies resembled horses masticating ears of corn; when they laughed, they made the windows rattle. The good-humored traveller shook his head; over the face of his companion passed a disdainful smile, which did not escape the landlord. As the elder turned round, he observed his servant inscribing their names in the tavern-book. He would have stopped him, but he had already written the names. He thereupon turned to the landlord. Could they not have a private room? Hum!--it was contrary to rule. They wanted to dine. Could they not make up their minds to join the company? The younger traveller could not, and would not--a room. The landlord assumed a dogged expression, and replied that he made no distinction among his guests. What was good enough for one was good enough for all. Then, the young traveller said, he would not stay in such a place. The host replied, that he might go and welcome--the sooner the better--he wanted no lofty foreign gentlemen with their airs, etc. The two gentlemen bowed with grave politeness, and made a sign to their servants, who came forward, looking with terrible frowns at Boniface. Prepare the carriage to set out again--they would not dine there. How Monseigneur would go on in spite of-- Enough--Monseigneur would consult them when it was necessary. Harness the horses again. The result of which command was, that in ten minutes the two gentlemen were again upon the road. The landlord watched them, with a frown, as they departed. He then bethought him of the book where the servant had inscribed their names, and opened it. On the page was written: "MR. LOUIS PHILLIPPE, "MR. MONTPENSIER, PARIS."