Russian lady, a friend of his, the Baroness de Korff, was about to
travel homewards, with her valet, waiting-woman, and two children, and
that she wanted a carriage for that purpose. The Count pretended to be
very particular about this carriage,--a large coach, called a berlin.
He had a model made first; and employed the first coach-makers in
France. When it was done, he and the Duke de Choiseul made trial of it
in a drive through the streets of Paris. They then sent it to a certain
Madame Sullivan's, near the northern outskirts of the city. Count
Fersen also bought several horses and a chaise, to convey, as he said,
two waiting-women; and exerted himself much about getting the necessary
passport for the Baroness de Korff and her party. It appeared that
Count Fersen was uncommonly polite, or very much devoted to this
Baroness de Korff.

In order to put Paris off its guard, the king and queen promised to be
present at a great Catholic festival, in the church of the Assumption in
Paris, on the 21st of June; meaning, however, to be off on the 20th.

Little Louis knew nothing of all that was going on, nor guessed, when he
went to bed on the 20th of June, that he should have to get up again
presently. As soon as it was dark, his governess took him up, and
dressed him, and put a sort of hood over his head, which prevented his
face being seen. He was probably as sleepy as a little boy of six, just
waked up before eleven o'clock at night, was likely to be; and knew and
cared little about what Madame de Tourzel was doing with him. His
sister was dressed, and had a hood over her head too; and so had Madame
de Tourzel. They were very quiet; for everybody in the palace but those
who were in the secret believed that the king was now gone to bed.
Somebody opened the doors for them, and showed them the way. They
passed some sentinels who knew better than to ask them who they were;
then went out through a back-door where there was no sentinel, along a
court and a square, and into a street. A glass-coach was stationed
before the door of Ronsin, the saddler, as if waiting for some visitors
of Ronsin's. The coachman, standing beside his horses, opened the door
without any question, and let Madame de Tourzel and the children into
the coach. This was no real coachman, however, but Count Fersen.

In a little while came another lady, attended by a servant, as it
seemed. She said "Good night" cheerfully to him, and stepped int