'He did an infinity of good, and through all the Terror kept himself from the guillotine.

He brought me up, and gave me such education as I have.

It was in his house in the country at Dammarie, near Melun, that I made the acquaintance of your agent, Mr.Vicary, who lay there in hiding, only to fall a victim at the last to a gang of _chauffeurs_.' 'That poor Mr.Vicary!' observed my uncle.

'He had been many times in my interests to France, and this was his first failure.

_Quel charmant homme_, _n'est-ce pas_ ?' 'Infinitely so,' said I.