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'And there is nothing to be done! she wailed in conclusion. 'My error is irretrievable, I am quite forced to that conclusion. O, Monsieur de Saint-Yves! who would have thought that I could have been such a blind, wicked donkey! I should have said before only that I really do not know when it came in that we had been overtaken by the two post-boys, Rowley and Mr.
That is Swanston Cottage, where my brother and I are living with my aunt. If it gives you pleasure to see it, I am glad. We, too, can see the castle from a corner in the garden, and we go there in the morning often do we not, Ronald? and we think of you, M. de Saint-Yves; but I am afraid it does not altogether make us glad.
And here I may ring down the curtain upon the adventures of Anne de Saint-Yves. Flora and I were married early in June, and had been settled for little over six months, amid the splendours of Amersham Place, when news came of the Emperor's escape from Elba. To be sure, Napoleon had been my master, and I had no love for the cocarde blanche.
They held my honour tacitly pledged to succour them; and it is a sort of stoical refinement entirely foreign to my nature to set the political obligation above the personal and private. If France fell in the interval for the lack of Anne de Saint-Yves, fall she must!
'Lately arrived' this is what I suddenly stumbled on 'at Dumbreck's Hotel, the Viscount of Saint-Yves. 'Rowley, said I. 'If you please, Mr. Anne, sir, answered the obsequious, lowering his pipe. 'Come and look at this, my boy, said I, holding out the paper. 'My crikey! said he. 'That's 'im, sir, sure enough! 'Sure enough, Rowley, said I. 'He's on the trail. He has fairly caught up with us.
He conned me curiously. "You don't look like a Britisher, either." "I trust not. I am the Viscount Anne de Kéroual de Saint-Yves, escaped from a British war-prison." "Lucky for you if you prove it. We'll get to the bottom of this." He faced about and called, "Who's the first officer of this brig?" Reuben Colenso was allowed to step forward.
But that is what you get by meddling with rogues; and perhaps the biggest rogue now extant, M. de Saint-Yves, is your cousin, M. Alain." "If this be a man of my cousin's," I observed, "I am perhaps better to keep clear of him?" "It was through some paper of your cousin's that we came across his trail," replied the lawyer.
To be frank, it does not strike me as probable that a British jury will hand over the estates of the Comte de Kéroual de Saint-Yves to an escaped Buonapartist prisoner who has stood his trial for the murder of a comrade, and received the benefit of the doubt." "Allow me," said I, "to open the window an inch or two. No; put back your whistle.
I take you all to witness that I recognise as my heir and representative this gentleman, whom most of you see for the first time, the Viscount Anne de Saint-Yves, my nephew of the younger line. And I take you to witness at the same time that, for very good reasons known to myself, I have discarded and disinherited this other gentleman whom you all know, the Viscount de Saint-Yves.
'I know Monsieur de Saint-Yves is in it; it was through his papers we traced you, I said. 'Do you consent to make a clean breast of the others? 'I do I will! he cried. 'The 'ole crew of 'em; there's good names among 'em. I'll be king's evidence. 'So that all shall hang except yourself? You damned villain! I broke out. 'Understand at once that I am no spy or thief-taker.
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