The door opened with a steady mechanical motion and the Englishman appeared upon the threshold. “Ah!” exclaimed Roland, enchanted with this visit, in view of his general’s recommendation; “is it you?” “Yes,” said the Englishman, “it is I.” “You are welcome.” “Oh! if I am welcome, so much the better! I was not sure that I ought to come.” “Why not?” “On account of Aboukir.” Roland began to laugh. “There are two battles of Aboukir,” said he; “one which we lost; the other we won.” “I referred to the one you lost.” “Good!” said Roland, “we fight, kill, and exterminate each other on the battlefield, but that does not prevent us from clasping hands on neutral ground. So I repeat, you are most welcome, especially if you will tell me why you have come.” “Thank you; but, in the first place, read that.” And the Englishman drew a paper from his pocket. “What is that?” asked Roland. “My passport.” “What have I to do with your passport?” asked Roland, “I am not a gendarme.” “No, but I have come to offer you my services. Perhaps you will not accept them if you do not know who I am.” “Your services, sir?” “Yes; but read that first.” Roland read: In the name of the French Republic--The Executive Directory hereby orders that Sir John Tanlay, Esq., be permitted to travel freely throughout the territory of the Republic, and that both assistance and protection be accorded him in case of need. (Signed) FOUCHÉ. And below: To whom it may concern--I recommend Sir John Tanlay particularly as a philanthropist and a friend of liberty. (Signed) BARRAS. “Have you read it?” “Yes; what of it?” “What of it? Well, my father, Lord Tanlay, rendered M. Barras some services; that is why M. Barras permits me to roam about France. And I am very glad to roam about; it amuses me very much.” “Oh, I remember, Sir John; you did us the honor to say so at dinner.” “I did say so, it is true; I also said that I liked the French people heartily.” Roland bowed. “And above all General Bonaparte,” continued Sir John. “You like General Bonaparte very much?” “I admire him; he is a great, a very great, man.” “By Heavens! Sir John, I am sorry he is not here to hear an Englishman say that of him.” “Oh! if he were here I should not say it.” “Why not?” “I should not want him to think I was trying to please him. I say so because it is my opinion.” “I don’t doubt it, my lord,” said Roland, who did not see what the Englishman was aiming at, and who, having learned all that he wished to know through the passport, held himself upon his guard. “And when I heard,” continued the Englishman with the same phlegm, “you defend General Bonaparte, I was much pleased.” “Really?” “Much pleased,” repeated the Englishman, nodding his head affirmatively. “So much the better!” “But when I saw you throw a plate at M. Alfred de Barjols’ head, I was much grieved.” “You were grieved, my lord, and why?”