ce. You heard the gun, mademoiselle?"

"Yes. I am glad it was only a signal. You are sure it was only a
signal?"

"So they say everywhere. This is the way, mademoiselle. Monsieur
Pascal is up here--the secretary, you know--and Mademoiselle Raymond,
and her gouvernante, and several more, who have nothing to do with the
fighting."

"But I do not want to see any fighting," said Euphrosyne, turning upon
the stairs to descend. "Tell Mademoiselle Raymond that I cannot bear to
see fighting."

"There is no fighting yet, mademoiselle, indeed: and many say there will
not be any. Indeed you must see such a fine sight as this. You can see
the Commander-in-chief galloping about the square, with his two
trompettes at his heels."

Euphrosyne turned again, and ran up to the top, without once stopping.
There she was hastily introduced to Monsieur Pascal, and placed by the
gouvernante where she could see everything.

By this time it had become a question whether the Commissary and his
suite could get away. They were making every effort to do so; but it
was clear that their road would have been blockaded if the
Commander-in-chief and his trompettes had not ridden round and round the
party of soldiers which escorted them, clearing a passage by the power
of a voice and a presence which always prevailed. Meantime, a huge body
of people, which filled all the streets in the northern quarter, was
gaining ground, pressing forwards against the peaceable opposition of
the town's-people, and the soldiers, commanded by Moyse. The clamour of
voices from that quarter was prodigious, but there were no shots. The
wharves were covered with gentlemen, ladies, children, servants, and
baggage, all being precipitated by degrees into boats, and rowed away,
while more were perpetually arriving.

"Is not this admirable?" said Monsieur Pascal. "The secret has actually
been kept that the Commissary is on his way to the water side. See! the
cultivators are pressing on in this direction. They think he is here.
If they knew where he was, they might catch him. As it is, I believe he
will escape."

"Oh! are they coming here? Oh, my poor grandfather!" cried Euphrosyne,
turning very pale.

"Fear nothing," said Afra. "They will presently learn that there is
nothing to come here for. Will they not, Monsieur Pascal?"

"No doubt: and if not, there is nothing to fear, I believe. Not a shot
has been fired yet, but from the alarm gun."

"Oh,