I must pass over our parting, which the reader may imagine was very painful.

I promised to write to Celeste, and she promised that she would answer my letters, if it were permitted.

We shook hands with Colonel O'Brien, thanking him for his kindness, and, much to his regret, we were taken in charge by two French cuirassiers, who were waiting at the door.

As we preferred being continued on parole until our arrival at Toulon, the soldiers were not at all particular about watching us; and we set off on horseback, O'Brien and I going first, and the French cuirassiers following us in the rear.
We trotted or walked along the road very comfortably.

The weather was delightful: we were in high spirits, and almost forgot that we were prisoners.