"Go, then, Giacomo; but take Pompey with thee--and give the alarm if we are deceived." But Violante was right; and in a few moments Lord L'Estrange was seen walking up the garden, and giving the arm to two ladies. "Ah," said Riccabocca, composing his dressing-robe round him, "go, my child, and summon Jemima. Man to man; but, for Heaven's sake, woman to woman." Harley had brought his mother and Helen, in compliment to the ladies of his friend's household. The proud Countess knew that she was in the presence of Adversity, and her salute to Riccabocca was only less respectful than that with which she would have rendered homage to her sovereign. But Riccabocca, always gallant to the sex that he pretended to despise, was not to be outdone in ceremony; and the bow which replied to the curtsey would have edified the rising generation, and delighted such surviving relicts of the old Court breeding as may linger yet amidst the gloomy pomp of the Faubourg St. Germain. These dues paid to etiquette, the Countess briefly introduced Helen, as Miss Digby, and seated herself near the exile. In a few moments the two elder personages became quite at home with each other; and really, perhaps, Riccabocca had never, since we have known him, showed to such advantage as by the side of his polished, but somewhat formal visitor. Both had lived so little with our modern, ill-bred age! They took out their manners of a former race with a sort of pride in airing once more such fine lace and superb brocade. Riccabocca gave truce to the shrewd but homely wisdom of his proverbs--perhaps he remembered that Lord Chesterfield denounces proverbs as vulgar;--and gaunt though his figure, and far from elegant though his dressing-robe, there was that about him which spoke undeniably of the _grand seigneur_--of one to whom a Marquis de Dangeau would have offered a _fauteuil_ by the side of the Rohans and Montmorencies.