The stranger waited for him on the landing; he opened his arms to the old man, and led him to a seat. “Oh, no, no, my lord!” said he. “Sit down in your presence?—never!” “Parry,” cried the gentleman, “I beg you will; you come from England—you come so far. Ah! it is not for your age to undergo the fatigues my service requires. Rest yourself.” “I have my reply to give your lordship, in the first place.” “Parry, I conjure you to tell me nothing; for if your news had been good, you would not have begun in such a manner; you go about, which proves that the news is bad.” “My lord,” said the old man, “do not hasten to alarm yourself; all is not lost, I hope. You must employ energy, but more particularly resignation.” “Parry,” said the young man, “I have reached this place through a thousand snares and after a thousand difficulties; can you doubt my energy? I have meditated this journey ten years, in spite of all counsels and all obstacles—have you faith in my perseverance? I have this evening sold the last of my father’s diamonds; for I had nothing wherewith to pay for my lodgings and my host was about to turn me out.” Parry made a gesture of indignation, to which the young man replied by a pressure of the hand and a smile. “I have still two hundred and seventy-four pistoles left and I feel myself rich. I do not despair, Parry; have you faith in my resignation?” The old man raised his trembling hands towards heaven. “Let me know,” said the stranger,—“disguise nothing from me—what has happened?” “My recital will be short, my lord; but in the name of Heaven do not tremble so.” “It is impatience, Parry. Come, what did the general say to you?” “At first the general would not receive me.” “He took you for a spy?” “Yes, my lord; but I wrote him a letter.” “Well?” “He read it, and received me, my lord.” “Did that letter thoroughly explain my position and my views?” “Oh, yes!” said Parry, with a sad smile; “it painted your very thoughts faithfully.” “Well—then, Parry.” “Then the general sent me back the letter by an aide-de-camp, informing me that if I were found the next day within the circumscription of his command, he would have me arrested.” “Arrested!” murmured the young man. “What! arrest you, my most faithful servant?” “Yes, my lord.” “And notwithstanding you had signed the name Parry?” “To all my letters, my lord; and the aide-de-camp had known me at St. James’s and at Whitehall, too,” added the old man with a sigh. The young man leaned forward, thoughtful and sad. “Ay, that’s what he did before his people,” said he, endeavoring to cheat himself with hopes. “But, privately—between you and him—what did he do? Answer!” “Alas! my lord, he sent to me four cavaliers, who gave me the horse with which you just now saw me come back. These cavaliers conducted me, in great haste, to the little port of Tenby, threw me, rather than embarked me, into a little fishing-boat, about to sail for Brittany, and here I am.”