“Call together the municipal council.”
Then, running to the door of the house, “Guillaume, Guillaume!” he cried.
Guillaume, who was within, ran out to him. Drouet pointed out to him the King.
“That is he whom we have been expecting,” said he.
Meanwhile M. Farcy had run to the municipality, and there made his report.
Drouet followed after him, and likewise entered the municipal council chamber.
Scarcely had he turned the corner of the street, than the carriages, which had been relayed in the twinkling of an eye, started off at a sharp trot.
A somewhat strange event accompanied their departure.
Behind the carriage a sous-officer of dragoons, whom we have seen speaking to the King, notwithstanding his inferior rank, pushed on at a gallop, firing, as he did so, a pistol in the air.