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They were ignorant where to find their relays, and some minutes were lost in waiting, to no purpose. The cabriolet had preceded them, and the two ladies in attendance found the bridge already blocked up with old carts and lumber. The town guards were all under arms. The King at last entered Varennes. M. de Goguelat had arrived there with his detachment.
He had made one of the followers of Goguelat; but whereas Goguelat had always a kind of monstrous gaiety about him, Clausel was no less morose than he was evil-minded. He was sometimes called the General, and sometimes by a name too ill-mannered for repetition.
Unfortunately, at the same time that the Queen sent away M. de Goguelat, she still believed that, in a dangerous predicament, requiring great self-devotion, the man might be employed advantageously. In 1791 he was commissioned to act in concert with the Marquis de Bouille in furtherance of the King's intended escape.
I am a gentleman, and I cannot bear to soil my fingers with such a lump of dirt. Sit still, Philippe Goguelat! sit still and do not say a word, or I shall know you are a coward; the eyes of our guards are upon us. Here is your health! said I, and pledged him in the prison beer.
But do you know, it ain't such a bad thing either for you or me? What with his death and your visit to him I am entirely reassured." So I was to owe my life to Goguelat at every point. "I had rather not discuss it," said I. "Well," said he, "one word more and I'll agree to bury the subject. What did you fight about?" "O, what do men ever fight about?" I cried. "A lady?" said he.
The King wrote to the Emperor; she told me that she would herself, at midnight, bring the letter which M. de Goguelat was to bear to the Emperor, to my room. During all the remainder of the day the Chateau and the Tuileries were crowded; the illuminations were magnificent.
He said to me, 'I shall have to go, though I never care to set out on horseback when I have hardly digested my dinner, more especially when it is as cold as this. It is enough to kill a man! "For all that, he went. At nine o'clock the postman Goguelat, brought a letter for M. Benassis. Jacquotte was tired out, for it was her washing-day. She gave me the letter and went off to bed.
Some person unknown fired a pistol at M. de Goguelat; he was slightly wounded by the ball. M. Romeuf, aide-de-camp to M. de La Fayette, arrived at that moment. He had been chosen, after the 6th of October, 1789, by the commander of the Parisian guard to be in constant attendance about the Queen. She reproached him bitterly with the object of his mission.
You have refused, and you have justified your refusal by several statements: first, that I was an impostor; second, that our countries were at war; and third No, I will speak, said I; 'you can answer when I have done, and third, that I had dishonourably killed or was said to have done so the man Goguelat. Now, my dear fellow, these are very awkward grounds to be taking.
But do you know, it ain't such a bad thing either for you or me? What with his death and your visit to him I am entirely reassured. So I was to owe my life to Goguelat at every point. 'I had rather not discuss it, said I. 'Well, said he, 'one word more, and I'll agree to bury the subject. What did you fight about? 'Oh, what do men ever fight about? I cried. 'A lady? said he.
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