A matter of gallantry might, it seemed, be of moment to the messengers of the King of France.

I did not know what to make of the mystery, but I knew there was a mystery.
"And it turns," said I to myself, "on those little words '_Il vient_.' Who is he?
Where comes he?
And to what end?
Perhaps I shall learn these things at Dover." There is this to be said.

A man's heart aches less when his head is full.

On that night I did not sigh above half my usual measure..