er forgotten you, love--not for an hour, in the church among
the priests--in the square among the soldiers, any more than here as a
prisoner. But I thought my point was gained when your father stooped
from his horse, as he rode away, and told me there would be joy at home
on hearing of my charge. I doubted no more that all was safe. Then I
heard of the insufferable insolence of some of the whites out at Limbe--
acting as if Hedouville was still here to countenance them. I saw
exultation on account of this in all the white faces I met in Cap. The
poor old wretch Revel, when my officers and I met his carriage, stared
at me through his spectacles, and laughed in my face as if--"

"Was his grandchild with him? She was? Then he was laughing at some of
her prattle. Nothing else made him even smile."

"It looked as if he was ridiculing me and my function. I was growing
more angry every hour, when tidings came of the rising out at Limbe. I
knew it was forced on by the whites. I knew the mischief was begun by
Hedouville, and kept up by his countrymen; and was it to be expected
that I should draw the sword for them against our own people? Could I
have done so, Genifrede?"

"Would not my father have restored peace without drawing the sword at
all?"

"That was what I did. I went out to meet the insurgents; and the moment
they saw that the whites were not to have their own way, they returned
to quietness, and to their homes. Not another blow was struck."

"And the murderers--what did you do with them?"

Moyse was silent for a moment, and then replied--

"Those may deal with them who desire to live side-by-side with whites.
As for me, I quarrel with none who avenge our centuries of wrong."

"Would to God my father had known that this was in your heart! You
would not then have been a wretched prisoner here. Moyse, the moment
you are free, let us fly to the mornes. I told you how it would be, if
we parted. You will do as I wish henceforward; you will take me to the
Mornes?"

"My love, where and how should we live there? In a cave of the rocks,
or roosting in trees?"

"People do live there--not now, perhaps, under my father's government:
but in the old days, runaways did live there."

"So you would institute a new race of banditti, under your father's
reign. How well it will sound in the First Consul's council-chamber,
that the eldest daughter of the ambitious Commander-in-Chief is the
first bandit's wif