“Positively we will not,” said Brunow. “Then, positively,” returned the lieutenant, “I will go back and report my failure.” “Permit that I condole,” said Brunow. “Permit that I felicitate,” answered Breschia; and so with a burlesque friendly bow on either side they parted. CHAPTER VII It was a strange and memorable journey home with the escaped prisoner, and men have been rarely more embarrassed than Brunow and myself. We had to deal with the strangest creature, a thing alternately beast and gentleman, sensitive in every fibre of his nature, and so animalized by that awful life of imprisonment that he was a constant dread and terror to himself. To see him slinking in his corner of the railway carriage or any room at our one or two halting-places, dull, blear-eyed, with his fingers tapping at his teeth, was pitiable and dreadful, but not so pitiable and dreadful as to see him grow suddenly conscious of his state and aspect and awake to some shamefaced effort to arouse himself and reassert the manhood that had once been in him. The most astonishing thing in him was the way in which, through all these silent and horrible years, he had possessed his faculty of speech. He had been an exceptional linguist in his youth, and he was an exceptional linguist still. He was most companionable and least embarrassed with us when he was in the dark, and it was in the dark on the deck of the steam-packet which carried us to Dover that he gave me the secret of his retention of this faculty. He sat with one arm thrown over the vessel's rail and with his face half averted. “Do you know, sir,” I said, after trying in a dozen ways to draw him out, and after having failed in all of them--“do you know, sir, that I am quite sure of one thing about you?” “What is that?” he asked. “During all those years of cruel solitude you never abandoned the hope of freedom.” “How should you know that?” he demanded, with a strange and vivid manner. I had never known him so roused and interested, even when I bad told him of the existence of his daughter. “You have carefully preserved your power over language,” I answered. “You would never have cared to do that if you had not had some hope of future freedom.”