You've nothing to do but to take possession." "What a strange history is mine!" said Thames.

"Kidnapped, and sent to France by one uncle, it was my lot to fall into the hands of another,--my father's own brother, the Marshal Gaucher de Chatillon; to whom, and to the Cardinal Dubois, I owed all my good fortune." "The ways of Providence are inscrutable," observed Wood.
"When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perished in London on the night of the Great Storm.

It was supposed he was drowned in crossing the river, as his body had never been found.

Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred." "I think I remember reading something about your father in the papers," observed Wood.

"Wasn't he in some way connected with the Jacobite plots ?" "He was," replied Thames.