h stood between two soldiers, trembling from head to
foot with terror.

'Which is the Duc d'Enghien?' asked the colonel of the miller.

'That is he with the scarlet vest'; and the prince nodded an assent.

'Your age, monsieur?' asked the colonel of the prince.

'Thirty-two--that is, I should have been so much in August, were it not
for this visit,' said he, smiling.

The colonel wrote on rapidly for a few minutes, and then showed the
paper to the general, who briefly said, 'Yes, yes; this does not concern
you nor me.'

'I wish to ask, sir,' said the prince, addressing the general, 'do you
make this arrest with the consent of the authorities of this country, or
do you do so in defiance of them?'

'You must reserve questions like that for the court who will judge
you, Monsieur de Conde,' said the officer roughly. 'If you wish for any
articles of dress from your quarters, you had better think of them. My
orders are to convey you to Strasbourg. Is there anything so singular in
the fact, sir, that you should look so much astonished?'

'There is, indeed,' said the prince sorrowfully. 'I shall be the first
of my house who ever crossed that frontier a prisoner.'

'But not the first who carried arms against his country,' rejoined the
other--a taunt the duke only replied to by a look of infinite scorn
and contempt. With a speed that told plainly the character of the
expedition, we were now placed, two together, on country cars, and
driven at a rapid pace towards Strasbourg. Relays of cattle awaited us
on the road, and we never halted but for a few minutes during the entire
journey. My companion on this dreary day was the Baron de St. Jacques,
the aide-de-camp to the duke; but he never spoke once; indeed he
scarcely lifted his head during the whole journey.

Heaven knows it was a melancholy journey; and neither the country nor
the season were such as to lift the mind from sorrow; and yet, strange
enough, the miles glided over rapidly, and to this hour I cannot
remember by what magic the way seemed so short. The thought that
for several days back I had been living in closest intimacy with a
distinguished prince of the Bourbon family; that we had spent hours
together discussing themes and questions which were those of his own
house, canvassing the chances and weighing the claims of which he was
himself the asserter--was a most exciting feeling. How I recalled now
all the modest deference of his manner--his patient enduran