CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
DAYS OF TERROR.
I confess, delighted as I was to find again my lady and my little mistress, I could have wished them anywhere but in Paris at such a time as this.

How they reached the place at all it was difficult to understand, till I heard that they had crossed from Dublin under the escort of a prominent member of the Jacobin Club, with whom his honour had large dealings in the matter of arms, and who had provided the necessary passports.
"Indeed," said Miss Kit, "the soldiers everywhere were so respectful to us that I think Monsieur Cazin must have passed us off as his wife and daughter.

At any rate he accompanied us into Paris, only quitting us at the barrier, and has promised to call on us at the hotel to-morrow.

See here is his letter to the _maitre d'hotel_, in which he states that we are French ladies, kinswomen of his own." The _maitre d'hotel_, when he read the letter, made no difficulty about admitting "_les citoyennes Cazin_" as he entered them in his book, and their valet.

So for that night, at least, we were safe.