On Tuesday the 24th of August, 1790, he opens session as Inspecting Commissioner; meets those ’elected corporals, and soldiers that can write.’  He finds the accounts of Chateau-Vieux to be complex; to require delay and reference:  he takes to haranguing, to reprimanding; ends amid audible grumbling.  Next morning, he resumes session, not at the Townhall as prudent Municipals counselled, but once more at the barracks.  Unfortunately Chateau-Vieux, grumbling all night, will now hear of no delay or reference; from reprimanding on his part, it goes to bullying,—­answered with continual cries of “Jugez tout de suite, Judge it at once;” whereupon M. de Malseigne will off in a huff.  But lo, Chateau Vieux, swarming all about the barrack-court, has sentries at every gate; M. de Malseigne, demanding egress, cannot get it, though Commandant Denoue backs him; can get only “Jugez tout de suite.”  Here is a nodus!

Bull-hearted M. de Malseigne draws his sword; and will force egress.  Confused splutter.  M. de Malseigne’s sword breaks; he snatches Commandant Denoue’s:  the sentry is wounded.  M. de Malseigne, whom one is loath to kill, does force egress,—­followed by Chateau-Vieux all in disarray; a spectacle to Nanci.  M. de Malseigne walks at a sharp pace, yet never runs; wheeling from time to time, with menaces and movements of fence; and so reaches Denoue’s house, unhurt; which house Chateau-Vieux, in an agitated manner, invests,—­hindered as yet from entering, by a crowd of officers formed on the staircase.  M. de Malseigne retreats by back ways to the Townhall, flustered though undaunted; amid an escort of National Guards.  From the Townhall he, on the morrow, emits fresh orders, fresh plans of settlement with Chateau-Vieux; to none of which will Chateau-Vieux listen:  whereupon finally he, amid noise enough, emits order that Chateau-Vieux shall march on the morrow morning, and quarter at Sarre Louis.  Chateau-Vieux flatly refuses marching; M. de Malseigne ‘takes act,’ due notarial protest, of such refusal,—­if happily that may avail him.

This is end of Thursday; and, indeed, of M. de Malseigne’s Inspectorship, which has lasted some fifty hours.  To such length, in fifty hours, has he unfortunately brought it.  Mestre-de-Camp and Regiment du Roi hang, as it were, fluttering:  Chateau-Vieux is clean gone, in what way we see.  Over night, an Aide-de-Camp of Lafayette’s, stationed here for such emergency, sends swift emissaries far and wide, to summon National Guards.  The slumber of the country is broken by clattering hoofs, by loud fraternal knockings; every where the Constitutional Patriot must clutch his fighting-gear, and take the road for Nanci.