Fortunately the person addressed was not far off. A door towards which I was being urged opened, and he appeared. He proved to be an immensely stout man, with a face to match his body; and he gazed at us for a moment, astounded by the invasion. Then he asked angrily what was the matter. "_Ventre de Ciel!_" he cried. "Is this my house or yours, rascals? Who is this?" "The Capuchin! The Capuchin!" cried a dozen voices. "Ho! ho!" he answered, before I could speak. "Bring a light." Two or three bare-armed women whom the noise had brought to the door of the kitchen fetched candles, and raising them above their heads gazed at me curiously. "Ho! ho!" he said again. "The Capuchin is it? So you have got him." "Do I look like one?" I cried angrily, thrusting back those who pressed on me most closely. "_Nom de Dieu!_ Is this the way you receive guests, Monsieur? Or is the town gone mad?" "You are not the Capuchin monk?" he said, somewhat taken aback, I could see, by my boldness. "Have I not said that I am not? Do monks in your country travel in boots and spurs?" I retorted. "Then your papers!" he answered curtly. "Your papers! I would have you to know," he continued, puffing out his cheeks, "that I am Mayor here as well as host, and I keep the jail as well as the inn. Your papers, Monsieur, if you prefer the one to the other." "Before your friends here?" I said contemptuously. "They are good citizens," he answered. I had some fear, now I had come to the pinch, that the commission I carried might fail to produce all the effects with which I had credited it. But I had no choice, and ultimately nothing to dread; and after a momentary hesitation I produced it. Fortunately it was drawn in complimentary terms and gave the Mayor, I know not how, the idea that I was actually bound at the moment on an errand of state. When he had read it, therefore, he broke into a hundred apologies, craved leave to salute me, and announced to the listening crowd that they had made a mistake. It struck me at the time as strange, that they, the crowd, were not at all embarrassed by their error. On the contrary, they hastened to congratulate me on my acquittal, and even patted me on the shoulder in their good humour; some went to see that my horse was brought in, or to give orders on my behalf, and the rest presently dispersed, leaving me fain to believe that they would have hung me to the nearest _lanterne_ with the same stolid complaisance. When only two or three remained, I asked the Mayor for whom they had taken me. "A disguised monk, M. le Vicomte," he said. "A very dangerous fellow, who is known to be travelling with two ladies--all to Nîmes; and orders have been sent from a high quarter to arrest him." "But I am alone!" I protested. "I have no ladies with me."