whole proceeding.  He coolly answered that if I wanted to know I must apply to the Grand Juge.  To the Grand Juge I drove, and having waited till the number ninety-three was called, the number of the ticket which had been given to me at the door, I was admitted, and the Grand Juge most formally assured me that he knew nothing of the affair, but that all I had to do was to obey.  I returned home, and, on examining my passport, found that I was ordered to quit Paris in twenty-four hours.  I went directly to our Ambassador, Lord Whitworth, who lived at the extremity of the town:  he was ill—­with difficulty I got at his secretary, Mr. Talbot, to whom I pointed out that I applied to my Ambassador from a sense of duty and politeness, before I would make any application to private friends, though I believed that I had many in Paris who were willing and able to assist me.  The secretary went to the Ambassador, and in half an hour wrote an official note to Talleyrand, to ask the why and the wherefore.  He advised me in the meantime to quit Paris, and to go to some village near it—­Passy or Versailles.  Passy seemed preferable, because it is the nearest to Paris—­only a mile and a half distant.  Before I quitted Paris I made another attempt to obtain some explanation from the Grand Juge.  I could not see him, or even his secretary, for a considerable time; and when at length the secretary appeared, it was only to tell me that I could not see the Grand Juge.  “Cannot I write,” said I, “to your Grand Juge?” He answered hesitatingly, “Yes.”  A huissier took in my note, and another excellent one from the friend who was with me, F. D. The huissier returned presently, holding my papers out to me at arm’s length—­“The Grand Juge knows nothing of this matter.”

’I returned home, dined, ordered a carriage to be ready to take me to Passy, wrote a letter to Buonaparte, stating my entire ignorance of the cause of my deportation, and asserting that I was unconnected with any political party.  F. D. engaged that the letter should be delivered; and Mrs. E. and Charlotte remaining to settle our affairs at Paris, I set off for Passy with Maria, where my friend F. D. had taken the best lodging he could find for me in the village.  Madame G. had offered me her country house at Passy; but though she pressed that offer most kindly we would not accept of it, lest we should compromise our friends.  Another friend, Mons. de P, offered his country house, but, for the same reason, this offer was declined.  We arrived at Passy about ten o’clock at night, and though a deporte, I slept tolerably well.  Before I was up, my friend Mons. de P. was with me—­breakfasted with us in our little oven of a parlour —­conversed two hours most agreeably.  Our other friend, F. D, came also before we had breakfasted, and just as I had mounted on a table to paste some paper over certain deficiencies in the window, enter M. P. and Le B h.