Thus accoutred, I went to the 'Star Hotel,' where this stranger was,--my heart beating with anxiety, and something telling me that this Chevalier de Balibari was no other than Barry, of Ballybarry, my father's eldest brother, who had given up his estate in consequence of his obstinate adherence to the Romish superstition.

Before I went in to present myself, I went to look in the remises at his carriage.

Had he the Barry arms?
Yes, there they were: argent, a bend gules, with four escallops of the field,--the ancient coat of my house.

They were painted in a shield about as big as my hat, on a smart chariot handsomely gilded, surmounted with a coronet, and supported by eight or nine Cupids, cornucopias, and flower-baskets, according to the queer heraldic fashion of those days.
It must be he! I felt quite feint as I went up the stairs.

I was going to present myself before my uncle in the character of a servant! 'You are the young man whom M.de Seebach recommended ?' I bowed, and handed him a letter from that gentleman, with which my captain had taken care to provide me.