"_Monsieur,_" replied Cameron, "you have behaved most nobly in this affair. The glory of the vanquished is scarcely less than that of the victors." The Frenchman was subdued by the well-timed flattery, and laying his hand upon his breast, answered by a bow. "_Mon ami_, to you I render myself. _C’est un aimable roué_," said D’Estouville, laying his hand familiarly on Ronald’s epaulet while sheathing his sword; "I become a prisoner without shame. The great Emperor might yield himself without dishonour to you, my old friend; and in truth I would rather surrender to a descendant of the ancient friends of France than to your southern neighbours, for with them a sea of blood will never quench our enmity. _Croix Dieu!_ what is this? The base cowards in Ragusa have cut off the retreat of my soldiers! Ah! false Monsieur de Mesmai, the Emperor shall hear of this. _Diable!_" A proud and peculiar smile shot over his features as the soldiers pulled down the tri-colour, and bore it off as a trophy from the bastion. He folded his arms, and leaning against the flagstaff, surveyed the ebbing conflict apparently with the utmost coolness and perfect nonchalance; but the quivering of his moustached lip showed the workings of his heart, though he endeavoured to conceal them. With many a cry of "_Faites bonne guerre, messieurs les Ecossais! Quartier—quartier! Les lois de la guerre, messieurs._" The discomfited enemy clamorously demanded to be taken as prisoners of war, as the firing had now ceased every where; and they often called aloud on "_les Ecossais_," probably from seeing that the majority of their conquerors wore the kilt and trews of tartan. "_Soldats, vos armes à terre_," cried the crestfallen D’Estouville over the parapet of the bastion; and, as one man, the shattered remains of the gallant garrison grounded their arms, while a strong party of the Gordon Highlanders, with fixed bayonets, surrounded them as a guard. *CHAPTER VIII.* *CATALINA.* "I proclaim, Through all the silent streets Creüsa’s name: Creüsa still I call: at length she hears, And sudden through the shades of night appears." _Æneis, book_ 2.