So there you are, citizen, and now you are as well informed on this point as ourselves." "But," timidly hazarded the wine merchant of Bordeaux, "if the Companions of Jehu--observe that I say nothing against them--want the government money--" "The government money, no other.

Individual plunder on their part is unheard of." "How does it happen, then, that yesterday, in addition to the government money, they carried off two hundred louis of mine ?" "My dear sir," replied the young man of the table d'hote, "I have already told you that there is some mistake.

As surely as my name is Alfred de Barjols, this money will be returned to you some day." The wine merchant heaved a sigh and shook his head, as if, in spite of that assurance, he still retained some doubts.

But at this moment, as if the promise given by the young noble, who had just revealed his social position by telling his name, had stirred the delicacy of those whom he thus guaranteed, a horse stopped at the entrance, steps were heard in the corridor, the dining-room door opened, and a masked man, armed to the teeth, appeared on the threshold.
"Gentlemen," said he, in the profound silence occasioned by his apparition, "is there a traveller here named Jean Picot, who was in the diligence that was held up yesterday between Lambesc and Pont-Royal ?" "Yes," said the wine merchant, amazed.
"Are you he ?" asked the masked man.
"I am." "Was anything taken from you ?" "Oh, yes, two hundred louis, which I had intrusted to the conductor." "And I may add," said the young noble, "that the gentleman was speaking of it at this very moment.

He looked upon it as lost." "The gentleman was wrong," said the masked unknown, "we war upon the government and not against individuals.