For, alas, neither is the Townhall itself without misgivings. The Nether
Sansculottic world has been suppressed hitherto: but then the Upper
Court-world! Symptoms there are that the Oeil-de-Boeuf is rallying.

More than once in the Townhall Sanhedrim; often enough, from those
outspoken Bakers'-queues, has the wish uttered itself: O that our
Restorer of French Liberty were here; that he could see with his own
eyes, not with the false eyes of Queens and Cabals, and his really good
heart be enlightened! For falsehood still environs him; intriguing
Dukes de Guiche, with Bodyguards; scouts of Bouille; a new flight of
intriguers, now that the old is flown. What else means this advent of
the Regiment de Flandre; entering Versailles, as we hear, on the 23rd
of September, with two pieces of cannon? Did not the Versailles National
Guard do duty at the Chateau? Had they not Swiss; Hundred Swiss;
Gardes-du-Corps, Bodyguards so-called? Nay, it would seem, the number of
Bodyguards on duty has, by a manoeuvre, been doubled: the new relieving
Battalion of them arrived at its time; but the old relieved one does not
depart!

Actually, there runs a whisper through the best informed Upper-Circles,
or a nod still more potentous than whispering, of his Majesty's flying
to Metz; of a Bond (to stand by him therein) which has been signed by
Noblesse and Clergy, to the incredible amount of thirty, or even of
sixty thousand. Lafayette coldly whispers it, and coldly asseverates
it, to Count d'Estaing at the Dinner-table; and d'Estaing, one of
the bravest men, quakes to the core lest some lackey overhear it; and
tumbles thoughtful, without sleep, all night. (Brouillon de Lettre de
M. d'Estaing a la Reine in Histoire Parlementaire, iii. 24.) Regiment
Flandre, as we said, is clearly arrived. His Majesty, they say,
hesitates about sanctioning the Fourth of August; makes observations,