Then General Trochu has an aide-de-camp, a Prince Bibesco.

He is a Wallachian, and a son of an ex-Hospodar--I never yet heard of a Wallachian who was not more or less.
Can a doubt exist in the mind of any reasonable being that this young gentleman, a harmless lad, who had passed the greater part of his existence dancing cotillons at Paris, is in direct communication with the Prussians outside?
A day or two ago two National Guards were exchanging their strategical views in a cafe, when they observed a stranger write down something.

He was immediately arrested, as he evidently intended to transmit the opinions of these two military sages to General Moltke.

I was myself down at Montrouge yesterday, when I was requested by two National Guards to accompany them to the nearest commissary.

I asked why, and was told that a woman had heard me speak German.