And as both ladies spoke French fluently, and I tolerably, we passed well enough for what we were not.
But I disliked the whole business, still more when I heard from some of the attendants in the hotel that this citizen Cazin was a man looked askance upon by some of his own party, and reputed to be both greedy and heartless.
If I could have had my own way, I would have tried that very night to get them out of the city they had been at so much trouble to reach.

But they were worn-out with fatigue and anxiety, and were fain to lay their heads anywhere.

Before the night was out their baggage, rescued from the overturned diligence, was brought to the hotel, labelled (as I could not help noticing) with the name "Cazin," which only involved us all in deeper complication and trouble.
Next day we waited for the promised visit from my ladies' travelling companion, but he never came.

And in the evening we discovered the reason.

The _maitre d'hotel_ demanded admission to their apartment and announced, with a roughness very different from his civility of the night before, that at the Convention that day several suspected persons had been denounced, among others the citizen Cazin, for having been in traitorous treaty with the enemies of the Republic.