“Yes, sir,” broke in Maitland; “there can always be found a fitting time and place to arrange any small questions outstanding between you and me. We want now to learn something of what you have done in Ireland lately, for the King's service.” M'Caskey drew from his pocket a much-worn pocket-book, crammed to bursting with a variety of loose papers, cards, and photographs, which fell about as he opened it. Not heeding the disorder, he sought out a particular page, and read aloud: “Embarked this twenty-second of September, at Gravesend, on board the 'Ocean Queen,' bound for Messina with machinery, two hundred and eleven laborers--laborers engaged for two years--to work on the State railroads, twenty-eight do. do. on board of the 'Star of Swansea,' for Molo de Gaeta with coals,--making, with three hundred and eighty-two already despatched, within about thirty of the first battalion of the Cacciatori of St Patrick.” “Well done! bravissimo!” cried Caffarelli, right glad to seize upon the opportunity to restore a pleasanter understanding. “There's not a man amongst them would not be taken in the Guards; and they who regard height of stature as the first element of the soldier--amongst whom I am not one--would pronounce them magnificent!” “And are many more available of the same sort?” asked Caffarelli. “Ten thousand, sir, if you like to pay for them.” “Do these men understand that they are enlisted as soldiers, not engaged as navvies?” asked Maitland. “As well as you do. Whatever our friend Caffarelli may think, I can tell him that my countrymen are no more deficient in acuteness than his own. These fellows know the cause just as well as they know the bounty.” “I was not inquiring as to their sympathies,” said Mait-land, caustically; “I merely wanted to hear how they understood the contract.” “They are hirelings, of course, as I am, and as you are,” said M'Caskey. “By what presumption, sir, do you speak of me?” said Maitland, rising, his face dark with passion. “If the accidents of life range us in the same cause, is there any other tie or bond between us?” “Once more I declare I will have none of this,” said Caffarelli, pushing Maitland down into his chair. “Count M'Caskey, the Central Committee have placed you under my orders. These orders are that you report yourself to General Filangieri at Naples as soon as you can arrive there; that you duly inform the Minister at War of what steps you have already taken in the recruitment, putting yourself at his disposition for further service. Do you want money?” added he in a lower tone, as he drew the Major aside. “A man always wants money, sir,” said M'Caskey, sententiously. “I am your banker: what shall it be?” said Caffarelli, drawing out his pocket-book. “For the present,” said M'Caskey, carelessly, “a couple of thousand francs will suffice. I have a rather long bill against his Majesty, but it can wait.”