nd I will not be the last in the field; but liberty never
yet acknowledged a defender in a felon."

There was something so brave and noble in Glyndon's voice, mien, and
manner, as he thus spoke, that Nicot at once was silenced; at once he
saw that he had misjudged the man.

"No," said Fillide, lifting her face from her hands,--"no! your friend
has a wiser scheme in preparation; he would leave you wolves to mangle
each other. He is right; but--"

"Flight!" exclaimed Nicot; "is it possible? Flight; how?--when?--by what
means? All France begirt with spies and guards! Flight! would to Heaven
it were in our power!"

"Dost thou, too, desire to escape the blessed Revolution?"

"Desire! Oh!" cried Nicot, suddenly, and, falling down, he clasped
Glyndon's knees,--"oh, save me with thyself! My life is a torture;
every moment the guillotine frowns before me. I know that my hours are
numbered; I know that the tyrant waits but his time to write my name
in his inexorable list; I know that Rene Dumas, the judge who never
pardons, has, from the first, resolved upon my death. Oh, Glyndon, by
our old friendship, by our common art, by thy loyal English faith and
good English heart, let me share thy flight!"

"If thou wilt, so be it."

"Thanks!--my whole life shall thank thee. But how hast thou prepared the
means, the passports, the disguise, the--"

"I will tell thee. Thou knowest C--, of the Convention,--he has power,
and he is covetous. 'Qu'on me meprise, pourvu que je dine' (Let them
despise me, provided that I dine.), said he, when reproached for his
avarice."

"Well?"

"By the help of this sturdy republican, who has friends enough in the
Comite, I have obtained the means necessary for flight; I have purchased
them. For a consideration I can procure thy passport also."

"Thy riches, then, are not in assignats?"

"No; I have gold enough for us all."

And here Glyndon, beckoning Nicot into the next room, first briefly
and rapidly detailed to him the plan proposed, and the disguises to be
assumed conformably to the passports, and then added, "In return for
the service I render thee, grant me one favour, which I think is in thy
power. Thou rememberest Viola Pisani?"

"Ah,--remember, yes!--and the lover with whom she fled."

"And FROM whom she is a fugitive now."

"Indeed--what!--I understand. Sacre bleu! but you are a lucky fellow,
cher confrere."

"Silence, man! with thy eternal prate of brotherhood and virtue, thou