The convents had become for the most part breweries, and the gates had been improved away.

Our enquiries respecting the place of our destination were fortunately more successful.

The idea of a glaciere was new to the world of Pontarlier; but the landlord of the Hotel National had heard of Arc-sous-Cicon, and had no doubt that we could find a carriage of some sort to take us there.

His own horses were all engaged in haymaking, but his neighbours' horses might be less busy, and accordingly he took us first to call upon M.Paget, a friend who added to his income by keeping a horse and voiture for hire.

The Pagets in general had gone to bed, and the door was fastened; but our guide seemed to know the ways of the house, and we found Madame in the stables, and arranged with her for a carriage at seven o'clock the next morning.
At the time appointed, M.Paget did not come, and I was obliged to go and look him up.