d talked to his gentlemen. I--I only looked, and I only wondered that
even those dead dumb dice 'ud dare to fall different from what that face
wished. It--it _was_ a face!

'"He is bad," says Red Jacket. "But he is a great chief. The French have
sent away a great chief. I thought so when he told us his lies. Now I
know."

'I had to go on to the party, so I asked him to call round for me
afterwards and we'd have hymn-singing at Toby's as usual.

'"No," he says. "Tell Toby I am not Christian to-night. All Indian." He
had those fits sometimes. I wanted to know more about Monsieur
Peringuey, and the _emigre_ party was the very place to find out. It's
neither here nor there of course, but those French _emigre_ parties they
almost make you cry. The men that you bought fruit of in Market Street,
the hairdressers and fencing-masters and French teachers, they turn back
again by candlelight to what they used to be at home, and you catch
their real names. There wasn't much room in the wash-house, so I sat on
top of the copper and played 'em the tunes they called for--"_Si le Roi
m'avait donne_," and such nursery stuff. They cried sometimes. It hurt
me to take their money afterwards, indeed it did. And there I found out
about Monsieur Peringuey. He was a proper rogue too! None of 'em had a
good word for him except the Marquise that kept the French
boarding-house on Fourth Street. I made out that his real name was the
Count Talleyrand de Perigord--a priest right enough, but sorely come
down in the world. He'd been King Louis' ambassador to England a year or
two back, before the French had cut off King Louis' head; and, by what I
heard, that head wasn't hardly more than hanging loose before he'd run
back to Paris and prevailed on Danton, the very man which did the
murder, to send him back to England again as Ambassador of the French
Republic! That was too much for the English, so they kicked him out by
Act of Parliament, and he'd fled to the Americas without money or
friends or prospects. I'm telling you the talk in the wash-house. Some
of 'em was laughing over it. Says the French Marquise, "My friends, you
laugh too soon. That man will be on the winning side before any of us."

'"I did not know you were so fond of priests, Marquise," says the
Vicomte. His lady did my washing, as I've told you.

'"I have my reasons," says the Marquise. "He sent my uncle and my two
brothers to Heaven by the little door,"--that was one of the _emig