n all the advantages of that government for which his nephew carries
arms, and he has the misfortune not to like them."

"You speak with a bitterness that I suppose I must excuse," said I; "yet
which of us has the more reason to be bitter? This man, my uncle, M. de
Keroual, fled. My parents, who were less wise perhaps, remained. In the
beginning they were even republicans; to the end they could not be
persuaded to despair of the people. It was a glorious folly, for which,
as a son, I reverence them. First one and then the other perished. If I
have any mark of a gentleman, all who taught me died upon the scaffold,
and my last school of manners was the prison of the Abbaye. Do you think
you can teach bitterness to a man with a history like mine?"

"I have no wish to try," said he. "And yet there is one point I cannot
understand: I cannot understand that one of your blood and experience
should serve the Corsican. I cannot understand it: it seems as though
everything generous in you must rise against that--domination."

"And perhaps," I retorted, "had your childhood passed among wolves, you
would have been overjoyed yourself to see the Corsican Shepherd."

"Well, well," replied Mr. Romaine, "it may be. There are things that do
not bear discussion."

And with a wave of his hand he disappeared abruptly down a flight of
steps and under the shadow of a ponderous arch.

CHAPTER V

ST. IVES IS SHOWN A HOUSE

The lawyer was scarce gone before I remembered many omissions; and chief
among these, that I had neglected to get Mr. Burchell Fenn's address.
Here was an essential point neglected; and I ran to the head of the
stairs to find myself already too late. The lawyer was beyond my view;
in the archway that led downward to the Castle gate, only the red coat
and the bright arms of a sentry glittered in the shadow; and I could but
return to my place upon the ramparts.

I am not very sure that I was properly entitled to this corner. But I
was a high favourite; not an officer, and scarce a private, in the
Castle would have turned me back, except upon a thing of moment; and
whenever I desired to be solitary, I was suffered to sit here behind my
piece of cannon unmolested. The cliff went down before me almost sheer,
but mantled with a thicket of climbing trees; from farther down, an
outwork raised its turret; and across the valley I had a view of that
long terrace of Princes Street which serves as a promenade to the
fash