But I made it my prayer that your slumbers might be respected, and this necessary formula of my presentation should be delayed until to-morrow in the morning.' The old lady regarded me with undissembled incredulity, to which I was able to find no better repartee than a profound and I trust graceful reverence.
'French prisoners are very well in their place,' she said, 'but I cannot see that their place is in my private dining-room.' 'Madam,' said I, 'I hope it may be said without offence, but (except the Castle of Edinburgh) I cannot think upon the spot from which I would so readily be absent.' At this, to my relief, I thought I could perceive a vestige of a smile to steal upon that iron countenance and to be bitten immediately in.
'And if it is a fair question, what do they call ye ?' she asked.
'At your service, the Vicomte Anne de St.-Yves,' said I.
'Mosha the Viscount,' said she, 'I am afraid you do us plain people a great deal too much honour.' 'My dear lady,' said I, 'let us be serious for a moment.

What was I to do?
Where was I to go?
And how can you be angry with these benevolent children who took pity on one so unfortunate as myself?
Your humble servant is no such terrific adventurer that you should come out against him with horse-pistol and'-- smiling--'bedroom candlesticks.

It is but a young gentleman in extreme distress, hunted upon every side, and asking no more than to escape from his pursuers.

I know your character, I read it in your face'-- the heart trembled in my body as I said these daring words.

'There are unhappy English prisoners in France at this day, perhaps at this hour.