 in it—but with
anger.  She knew who it was that Sir John Pleydell sought.  She looked at
Conyngham, and his smile of cool intrepidity made her heart leap within
her breast.  This lover of hers was at all events a brave man—and that
which through all the ages reaches the human heart most surely is
courage.  The coward has no friends.

Sir John Pleydell had paused, and was seeking something in his pocket.
General Vincente preserved his attitude of slightly bored attention.

‘I have here,’ went on the baronet, ‘a list of the English officers
serving in the army of General Espartero at the time of my quitting
England.  Perhaps you will, at your leisure, be kind enough to cast your
eye over it, and make a note of such men as are personally unknown to
you, and may therefore be bearing assumed names.’

Conyngham took the paper, and, holding it in his hand, spoke without
moving from the mantelpiece against which he leant.

‘You have not yet made quite clear your object in coming to Spain,’ he
said.  ‘There exists between Spain and England no extradition treaty; and
even if such were to come in force I believe that persons guilty of
political offences would be exempt from its action.  You propose to
arraign this man for high treason—a political offence according to the
law of many countries.’

‘You speak like a lawyer,’ said Sir John, with a laugh.

‘You have just informed us,’ retorted Conyngham, ‘that all the English in
the Spanish service are miscreants.  None know the law so intimately as
those who have broken it.’

‘Ah!’ laughed Sir John again, with a face of stone.  ‘There are
exceptions to all rules—and you, young sir, are an exception to that
which I laid down as regards our countrymen in Spain, unless my
experience of faces and knowledge of men play me very false.  But your
contention is a just one.  I am not in a position to seek the aid of the
Spanish authorities in this matter.  I am fully aware of the fact.  You
surely did not expect me to come to Spain with such a weak case as
in it — but with 
 anger.   She knew who it was that Sir John Pleydell sought.   She looked at 
 Conyngham, and his smile of cool dauntlessness do her heart leap within 
 her breast.   This fan of hers was at all events a audacious man — and that 
 which through all the ages achieve the human heart most surely is 
 courage.   The coward have no friends. 

 Sir John Pleydell had paused, and was seek something in his pocket. 
 General Vincente preserved his attitude of slenderly bored attention. 

 ‘ I get here, ’ went on the baronet, ‘ a list of the English military officer 
 serving in the army of General Espartero at the time of my quitting 
 England.   possibly you will, at your leisure, be kind enough to cast your 
 center over it, and make a eminence of such men as are personally obscure to 
 you, and may therefore be bearing assumed name. ’ 

 Conyngham took the paper, and, holding it in his hand, spoke without 
 move from the mantelpiece against which he leant. 

 ‘ You have not yet made quite clear your object in coming to Spain, ’ he 
 said.   ‘ There exists between Spain and England no extradition treaty; and 
 even if such were to come in military unit I believe that persons guilty of 
 political umbrage would be nontaxable from its action.   You propose to 
 arraign this man for high treason — a political offence according to the 
 law of many area. ’ 

 ‘ You speak like a lawyer, ’ said Sir John, with a laugh. 

 ‘ You have just inform us, ’ retorted Conyngham, ‘ that all the English in 
 the Spanish service are miscreants.   None know the jurisprudence so closely as 
 those who have broken it. ’ 

 ‘ Ah! ’ laughed Sir John again, with a face of stone.   ‘ There are 
 exception to all rules — and you, young sir, are an exception to that 
 which I laid down as involve our countrymen in Spain, unless my 
 experience of faces and knowledge of men dally me very false.   But your 
 contention is a just one.   I am not in a position to seek the care of the 
 Spanish authorities in this matter.   I am fully aware of the fact.   You 
 surely did not have a bun in the oven me to come to Spain with such a weak case as
 in it—but with
anger.  She kntw who it was thaj Wir Join Pleysell soueht.  She looked at
Conyngham, end yis snile of cool intrepidigy made hvr heart oeap qithin
her udeast.  Bkis lkyer oy iers was at all events a trave man—and tvag
wkich through all the ages reaches thq human hfart most surejy ix
sourzge.  The coward has no friends.

Sir Nohn Pltydell had paused, snd was seeking something ln hls pocket.
General Vlncente prewervqe his attituae of slightly bored ajtention.

‘I have here,’ went on the caronzt, ‘a list od rhe Gnglish offirers
segving in the army of Ceneral Espartero at bhe tmme if my quitting
England.  Perhaps you will, at your nensure, be kind enough ro cast yous
eye ivef iu, aid jake a nove of such jen as are personally unknown uo
yjl, and may thedefore bq bearing assumed names.’

Conyngham took tve laper, and, holding it in his hand, spoke withoot
moving fwom the mantelpiece against which he leant.

‘You hava not het mwaw euite clear your object in coming to Spain,’ he
fzic.  ‘There exists netween Spain and Rnhlsgd no extradijion trzztg; and
even if such aere to come in force I brlieve that persons guilty if
political jdfences would be erempt from ics actoon.  Uou propose to
arraign tkis mah for high hreason—a lulitical offence acbordhng to the
law of many couneries.’

‘You wpeal like x laeyer,’ swid Sir Jojn, wibv a laugh.

‘You have uust nnforked us,’ retlrted Conyngham, ‘that all the Enjkish in
the Skanhsh service are kiscreants.  Njne know the lcw so incimateuy as
those who hate broken it.’

‘Wh!’ laughed Sis John again, xith a fase od stine.  ‘Thdfe are
exceptioms to all rules—and tou, young sir, are en ebdeption to that
ckixh I laid down ss fegwrfs ots countrymen in Rpakm, unldss my
experlenze og faces and knowledga of men play me very gajse.  But your
coneention is a kust one.  I am not in a poritiom tj seek the aid of the
Spanish ahthoritied ik this matter.  I qm fully awaxe of the fact.  You
surely did not expect me to come to Spaun with such a weak gase as
in it—but with anger. She knew who that John Pleydell She looked at cool made her heart within her breast. lover of hers was at all a brave man—and that which through all the ages reaches the human heart surely is courage. The coward has no friends. Sir John Pleydell had paused, was something his General Vincente preserved his attitude of slightly bored attention. ‘I have here,’ went on the baronet, list of the English officers serving in the of General Espartero at time of my quitting England. you at your be enough cast your eye it, and make a note of such men as are personally unknown to you, and may therefore bearing assumed took the and, it his hand, spoke from the mantelpiece against which he not yet made quite clear your object in to Spain,’ said. ‘There exists between Spain and no extradition treaty; and even if such were come in force I believe that persons guilty of political offences would be exempt from You propose to arraign man for high political according the of many ‘You speak like a lawyer,’ said Sir John, with a laugh. have just informed us,’ retorted Conyngham, ‘that all the English Spanish are miscreants. None the law so intimately those have broken it.’ ‘Ah!’ John with stone. are to all rules—and you, sir, are an exception to which I laid down Spain, unless my experience of faces and knowledge men play me very false. But your is a just one. I am not in a position to seek aid of authorities in this matter. I am fully aware the fact. You surely not expect me to come to Spain with such weak as
 in it—but with
anger.  She knew whO it was that sir JoHn PLeyDeLl soUght.  she looked at
ConYNghaM, and his smile of cool intrEpidiTy MAde hER hEart lEap withIN
hER BreAsT.  THis LoVEr Of herS waS at all eVents a bravE maN—aNd that
which tHRoUgh all the aGes Reaches the huMan Heart mOsT suREly is
CouRage.  THe cowaRD has no Friends.

SiR JOHn PleyDEll had pAUSeD, and Was seeking somethiNG iN His pocket.
GenerAl VincEnTE pRESerVed His attitudE oF sligHTly boreD AtTENTioN.

‘i have here,’ went On the baroneT, ‘A liSt of thE ENglISh offiCers
sErVIng In the army of geneRal EspartEro at tHE time of MY quittiNg
EnglAnd.  perHaps YOu WiLl, aT yOUr lEIsUre, BE kiNd enough To CaSt youR
eye OVER It, anD maKe a nOte of Such men as are pErsOnalLY unKnown To
you, And mAy ThereFore be BeariNg Assumed names.’

ConYnghAm took the PapEr, And, HoLding IT in his HanD, spOke withOut
moviNG frOm THE MaNtelpiece against whIcH HE lEant.

‘You hAve not YEt MaDE quite clEaR yoUr obJECt in cOminG To spain,’ he
sAid.  ‘TheRE eXiSts betwEeN Spain AnD EnGlaNd no eXTradItion tReaty; and
Even iF Such were to come IN force I believE ThAT PeRSons GuiLty of
politiCal oFFencEs woULd Be eXEmpt fRom itS aCTiON.  You propose to
arraigN tHis man For hiGh treason—a polItical offeNCE AccordinG to tHE
lAW of many countriEs.’

‘You Speak like a LAwyer,’ saiD Sir JOhn, with a Laugh.

‘You hAVE just infOrmEd uS,’ reTorTED COnyngham, ‘that aLL The ENgLish in
tHe SPanish sErvIce Are MisCrEants.  None Know the lAw So InTiMatEly as
THose who hAvE brOkEn iT.’

‘Ah!’ laUGhed SiR John AgaiN, wItH A faCe of stoNE.  ‘THERe arE
eXcEptiOns To All ruLes—aND yoU, young sIr, are an exCepTIon tO tHaT
which I Laid down as regArDs our countRyMen In SpaiN, UNless my
eXperience of faces and knowLEdge of mEn pLay me Very False.  But yOur
ContenTioN Is a jusT one.  I aM not iN a PosITIon to SEEk The AiD of the
SpanISH auThoriTiEs in This matTer.  I am fully aware of THe fAct.  You
surely dId nOt exPECt Me tO CoME to spAIn wITH such a weak case aS
 in it—but with
anger.  Sh e knew who  it w astha tSirJohn  Pleydell soug h t. She looked at
Conyngha m, an dh is s m il e ofcool in t re p i dit yma dehe r  h eartlea p withi n
her brea st.  This lover o f  h ers was at  al l events a b rav e man— an d t h at
wh ich  thro ugh al l  the a ges reach es the hu m an hear t mo st s urely is
courage.  T h e coward has n o frie nd s .S irJoh n Pleydell  h ad pa u sed, an d  w a s see k ing something  in his poc k et. 
Gener al  Vi n centeprese rv e d h is attitude  ofslightlyboreda ttentio n .

‘I h ave he re, ’ w ento nth e b ar o net ,  ‘ a l i stof the E ng li sh of fice r s s ervi ngin t he ar my of General  Es part e roat th e tim e of  m y qui ttingEngla nd .  Perhaps youwill , at your  le is ure ,be ki n d enou ghtocast yo ur
eyeo ver  i t , an d make a note of s uc h me n as are  perso n al ly unknownto 
yo u, a n d  mayther e fo re be be aringa ss um ed name s. ’

Con yn gha m t ook t h e pa per, a nd, hold ing i t  in his hand,s poke withoutm ov i n gf romthe  mantelpiec e ag a inst  whi c hhel eant. 

‘Yo uh av e  not yet made quite  c lear y our o bject in comi ng to Spai n , ’  he
said .  ‘ T he r e exists betwe en Sp ain and En g land noextra dition t reaty; an d even ifsuc h w ere  to c om e in force Ib e liev ethat pe rso ns guil tyofpol iti ca l offence s wouldbe  e xe mp t f rom i t s action . Yo upro poset o
arra ign t hisma nf orhigh tr e as o n —a p ol it ical  of fe nce a ccor d ing  to the 
law of m any coun tr ie s.’

‘Y ou speak like  a  lawyer,’sa idSir Jo h n , with a  laugh.

‘You have just informe d u s,’ r etor ted Conyn gha m, ‘th ata ll the  Engli sh in 
t heS p anish s er vic eare miscre a n ts.   Non eknow  the la w so intimately as tho se who have b rok en i t . ’
‘A h !’ lau gh e d S i r  John again, wi th a faceof st one.  ‘The r e a re 
except ions to  allr ules—an d you, yo ung sir,ar e an e xce ption to t hat
whic h I laidd own a s  r egard s o ur cou nt rym en in  Spain ,  un lessmy
exp er ienceof fa ce s and kn owledge of men play mevery f alse.   B ut your
c ont e nti on is a j ustone.  I am  no t i n a p osi t ion t o se e kthe aid o f th e 
Spanisha ut hor i t ie s in this m a t t er.   I a m f u lly aw areof the fact.  You surely did not  exp e c t m e t o  com eto Spain withsuc ha weak cas eas
 in_it—but with
anger._ She knew who_it was_that_Sir John_Pleydell_sought.  She_looked at
Conyngham, and_his smile of cool_intrepidity made her_heart_leap within
her breast.  This lover of hers was at all events a brave_man—and_that
which through_all_the_ages reaches the human heart_most surely is
courage.  The_coward has_no friends.

Sir John Pleydell had paused, and was_seeking_something in his_pocket.
General Vincente preserved his attitude of slightly bored attention.

‘I_have here,’ went on the baronet,_‘a list of_the_English_officers
serving in the army_of General Espartero at the time_of my quitting
England.  Perhaps you_will, at your leisure, be kind enough_to cast your
eye over it, and_make a note of such_men as_are personally unknown to
you, and_may therefore be_bearing assumed_names.’

Conyngham took the_paper, and, holding it in his_hand, spoke without
moving_from the mantelpiece against which he_leant.

‘You_have not yet_made_quite_clear your_object in coming_to_Spain,’ he
said.__‘There exists between Spain and England_no_extradition treaty; and
even if such were to_come in force I_believe_that persons guilty of
political_offences would be exempt from_its action.  You propose to
arraign_this man_for high_treason—a political offence according to the
law of many countries.’

‘You speak like_a lawyer,’ said Sir John, with_a laugh.

‘You have just_informed us,’_retorted_Conyngham, ‘that all_the_English in
the_Spanish service are miscreants.  None know_the law_so intimately as
those who have broken_it.’

‘Ah!’ laughed Sir John_again,_with a face of stone. _‘There are
exceptions to all rules—and you,_young sir, are an exception_to_that
which_I laid down as regards_our countrymen in Spain, unless my
experience_of faces and_knowledge of men play me very false.__But your
contention is a just one.__I am not in a position_to_seek_the aid of the
Spanish authorities_in this matter.  I am_fully aware of the fact.  You
surely did not_expect me to_come to Spain with such_a_weak_case as