"'No, your excellence, you are at the charming little town of Empoli.'
"'I paid twelve piastres to your master to go to Florence, not to Empoli. I will sleep at Florence.'
"'Where is the paper?'
"'To the devil with your paper!'
"'Your excellence then has no paper?'
"'No.'
"'In that case, your excellence now will sleep at Empoli!'
"In a few minutes afterwards the prince found himself driven under a kind of archway. It was a coach-house belonging to an inn. On his expressing surprise at being driven into this sort of place, and repeating his determination to proceed to Florence, the coachman said, that, at all events, he must change his horses; and that this was the most convenient place for so doing. In fact, he took out his horses, and led them away.
"After waiting some time for his return, the prince called to Frantz, and bade him open the door of this coach-house, and bring somebody.
"Frantz obeyed, but found the door shut—fastened.