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I laughed aloud, and even the Doctor relaxed his features.

“Bravo, kinsman!” said I. “If Marmont hates one thing more than another it’s to see his majestic image diminished in the looking-glass. But– faith! I’d have kept that letter in my pocket until I was many miles south of Bayonne.”

“South? You don’t suppose I had any intention of escaping towards the Pyrenees? Why, my dear fellow, that’s the very direction in which they were bound to search.”

“Oh, very well,” said I–a trifle nettled, I will confess–“perhaps you preferred Paris!”

“Precisely,” was the cool answer. “I preferred Paris: and having but an hour or two to spare before the hotels closed, I at once inquired at the chief hotels if any French officer were starting that night for the capital. The first-named, if I remember, the Hotel du Sud–I drew blank. At the second, the Trois Couronnes, I was informed that a chaise and four had been ordered by no less a man than General Souham, who would start that night as soon as he returned from supping with the Governor. I waited: the General arrived a few minutes before ten o’clock: I introduced myself–“

“General Souham,” I groaned. “Reverend father, I have not yet tasted the wine of Rueda: it appears to me that the fumes are strong enough. He tells me he introduced himself to General Souham!”

“–and, I assure you, found him excellent company. We travelled three in the chaise–the General, his aide-de-camp, and your fortunate kinsman. A second chaise followed with the General’s baggage. He and the aide-de-camp at times beguiled the road with a game of picquet: for myself, I disapprove of cards.”

“Doubtless you told them so at an early stage?” I suggested, with a last effort at irony.

“I was obliged to, seeing that the General challenged me to a partie; but I did not, I hope, adopt a tone inconsistent with good fellowship. We travelled through to Paris, with a few hours’ break at Orleans–an opportunity which I seized to purchase a suit of clothes more congruous than my uniform with the part I had to play in Paris. I had ventured to ask General Souham’s advice, and he assured me that a British officer, though a prisoner on parole, might incur some risk from the Parisian mob by wearing his uniform in public.”

“Cousin,” said I, “henceforth pursue your tale without interruption. There was a time when, in my folly, I presumed to criticise your methods. I apologise.”

“On leaving the tailor’s shop I was accosted by a wretched creature who had seen me alight from the chaise in His Majesty’s uniform, and had followed, but did not venture to introduce himself until I emerged in a less compromising garb. He was, it appeared, a British agent–and a traitor to his own country–and I gathered that a part of his dirty trade lay in assisting British prisoners to break their parole. He assumed that I travelled on parole, and insinuated that I might have occasion to break it: and, with all the will in the world to crack his head, I let the mistake and suspicion pass. For a napoleon I received the address of a Parisian agent in the Rue Carcassonne, whose name I will confide in you, in case you should ever require his services. For truly, although I had some difficulty in persuading him that I broke no faith in seeking to escape from France (a point in which self-respect obliged me to insist, though he himself treated it with irritating nonchalance), this agent proved a zealous fellow, and served me well.

“He fell in, too, with my proposals, complimented me on their boldness, and advanced me money to further them. I took a lodging au troisieme in the Faubourg St. Honore, and for a fortnight walked Paris without an attempt at concealment, frequenting the cafes, and spending my evenings at the theatre. Once or twice I encountered Souham himself, with whom I had parted on the friendliest terms: but he did not choose to recognise me–perhaps he had his good-natured suspicions. I lived unchallenged, though walking all the while on a razor’s edge. I had reckoned on two fair chances in my favour. There was a chance that the Governor of Bayonne, on finding himself tricked, would for his own security suppress Marmont’s letter, trusting that the affair would pass without inquiry: and there was the further chance that Marmont himself, on receipt of my note, would remember the magnanimity which (to do him justice) he usually has at call, and give orders whistling off the pursuit. At any rate, I spent a fortnight in Paris; and no man questioned or troubled me.