321 XLVII. AT PORTICI. 329 XLVIII. AN APPEAL. 337 XLIX. AN EMISSARY. 345 L. A WEAK BROTHER. 352 LI. THE CONJURER. 359 LII. FIAT JUSTITIA. 366 LIII. THE TRIAL. 373 LIV. PUT TO THE PROOF. 380 LV. CONGRATULATIONS. 387 LVI. A COMMISSION. 394 LVII. FAREWELL! 401 LVIII. A SACRIFICE. 409 LIX. NATALIE SPEAKS. 416 LX. NEW SHORES. 424 CHAPTER I. A FIRST INTERVIEW. One chilly afternoon in February, while as yet the London season had not quite begun, though the streets were busy enough, an open barouche was being rapidly driven along Piccadilly in the direction of Coventry Street; and its two occupants, despite the dull roar of vehicles around them, seemed to be engaged in eager conversation. One of these two was a tall, handsome, muscular-looking man of about thirty, with a sun-tanned face, piercing gray eyes, and a reddish-brown beard cropped in the foreign fashion; the other, half hidden among the voluminous furs of the carriage, was a pale, humpbacked lad, with a fine, expressive, intellectual face, and large, animated, almost woman-like eyes. The former was George Brand, of Brand Beeches, Bucks, a bachelor unattached, and a person of no particular occupation, except that he had tumbled about the world a good deal, surveying mankind with more or less of interest or indifference. His companion and friend, the bright-eyed, beautiful-faced, humpbacked lad, was Ernest Francis D'Agincourt, thirteenth Baron Evelyn. The discussion was warm, though the elder of the two friends spoke deprecatingly, at times even scornfully. "I know what is behind all that," he said. "They are making a dupe of you, Evelyn. A parcel of miserable Leicester Square conspirators, plundering the working-man of all countries of his small savings, and humbugging him with promises of twopenny-halfpenny revolutions! That is not the sort of thing for you to mix in. It is not English, all that dagger and dark-lantern business, even if it were real; but when it is only theatrical--when they are only stage daggers--when the wretched creatures who mouth about assassination and revolution are only swaggering for half-pence--bah! What part do you propose to play?"