swayed to and fro. He would
have given how much to see it once more! Walking about at Fribourg in
the night, away from his companions, he had thought of ordering horses,
galloping back to Baden, and once again under that window, calling
Ethel, Ethel. But he came back to his room and the quiet J. J., and to
poor Jack Belsize, who had had his tooth taken out too.

We had almost forgotten Jack, who took a back seat in Clive's carriage,
as befits a secondary personage in this history, and Clive in truth had
almost forgotten him too. But Jack having his own cares and business,
and having rammed his own carpet-bag, brought it down without a word,
and Clive found him environed in smoke when he came down to take his
place in the little britzska. I wonder whether the window at the
Hotel de Hollande saw him go? There are some curtains behind which no
historian, however prying, is allowed to peep.

"Tiens, le petit part," says Florac of the cigar, who was always
sauntering. "Yes, we go," says Clive. "There is a fourth place,
Viscount; will you come too?"

"I would love it well," replies Florac, "but I am here in faction. My
cousin and seigneur M. le Duc d'Ivry is coming all the way from Bagneres
de Bigorre. He says he counts on me:--affaires mon cher, affaires
d'etat."

"How pleased the duchess will be! Easy with that bag!" shouts Clive.
"How pleased the princess will be!" In truth he hardly knew what he was
saying.

"Vous croyez; vous croyez," says M. de Florac. "As you have a fourth
place, I know who had best take it."

"And who is that?" asked the young traveller.

Lord Kew and Barnes, Esq., of Newcome, came out of the Hotel de Hollande
at this moment. Barnes slunk back, seeing Jack Belsize's hairy face. Kew
ran over the bridge. "Good-bye, Clive. Good-bye, Jack." "Good-bye, Kew."
It was a great handshake. Away goes the postillion blowing his horn, and
young Hannibal has left Capua behind him.

CHAPTER XXXI. Madame la Duchesse

In one of Clive Newcome's letters from Baden, the young man described to
me, with considerable humour and numerous illustrations as his wont
was, a great lady to whom he was presented at that watering-place by his
friend Lord Kew. Lord Kew had travelled in the East with Monsieur le
Duc and Madame la Duchesse d'Ivry--the prince being an old friend of
his lordship's family. He is the "Q" of Madame d'Ivry's book of travels,
Footprints of the Gazelles, by a daughter of the Crusaders, in wh