We had gone some miles, when a man, scarcely distinguishable in the dark, emerged from a corner and said, "Who goes there ?" I was greatly alarmed, but my uncle, recognizing the voice, said, "Oh, Joseph, is it thou?
Whither art thou bound ?" "Fleeing for my life," said Joseph, "as I take it you are doing.

It is well you have escaped, though I cannot make out how you come to be so far on the road.

I have just left your neighborhood; the dragoons are turning your house out of window." "Give him a lift, Jacques," said my uncle to me; "the poor man is weary." Finding him to be one of my uncle's flock, I readily did so; the more that his tone and words betokened honesty.
"Sir, you are doubtless going to join your brother-ministers," said Joseph.

"Have you a passport ?" "I have not, but I hope to get one on the frontier, or find some other path open to me," said my uncle.
"Let us trust the 'other path' may open, then," said Joseph, "for most vexatious obstacles are being thrown in the way of our ministers on the frontier; they are either refused passports altogether, or such as they are provided with are declared worthless." "Romilly's passport, then, will be no good," thought I, and I was musing on the moral advantage to my uncle of his having refused to use it from the first, when Joseph in alarm cried-- "Hist--I hear some one galloping hard after us.

Let us whip on as fast as we can." But we had just reached the foot of a heavy ascent, and the pursuer gained upon us, and presently came up panting.
"Is Minister Chambrun here ?" cried he, breathlessly.
"Who are you that ask ?" returned I.At the same instant my uncle cried-- "Yes, here I am.