Weeks passed away, and the month of May arrived.

One day at this time she met him walking slowly along the beach to the northward.
'"You know the news ?" he said.
'"You mean of the rupture between France and England again ?" '"Yes; and the feeling of antagonism is stronger than it was in the last war, owing to Bonaparte's high-handed arrest of the innocent English who were travelling in our country for pleasure.

I feel that the war will be long and bitter; and that my wish to live unknown in England will be frustrated.

See here." 'He took from his pocket a piece of the single newspaper which circulated in the county in those days, and she read-- "The magistrates acting under the Alien Act have been requested to direct a very scrutinizing eye to the Academies in our towns and other places, in which French tutors are employed, and to all of that nationality who profess to be teachers in this country.

Many of them are known to be inveterate Enemies and Traitors to the nation among whose people they have found a livelihood and a home." 'He continued: "I have observed since the declaration of war a marked difference in the conduct of the rougher class of people here towards me.
If a great battle were to occur--as it soon will, no doubt--feeling would grow to a pitch that would make it impossible for me, a disguised man of no known occupation, to stay here.