"Ah, then you will never be able to think what this meeting is to me.

In the hour of my adversity, and in the house of my enemy, to meet in with the blood of an old brother-in-arms--it heartens me, Mr.Balfour, like the skirling of the Highland pipes! Sir, this is a sad look-back that many of us have to make: some with falling tears.

I have lived in my own country like a king; my sword, my mountains, and the faith of my friends and kinsmen sufficed for me.

Now I lie in a stinking dungeon; and do you know, Mr.Balfour," he went on, taking my arm and beginning to lead me about, "do you know, sir, that I lack mere necessaries?
The malice of my foes has quite sequestered my resources.

I lie, as you know, sir, on a trumped-up charge, of which I am as innocent as yourself.