. What does it all mean? cried
Philip.

'How can I tell?' said Berenger, showing his face for a moment, covered
with tears; 'only that my only friend is dead, and some villainous trick
has seized me, just--just as I might have found her. And I've been
the death of my poor groom, and got you into the power of these vile
dastards! Oh, would that I had come alone! Would that they had had the
sense to aim direct!

'Brother, brother, anything but this!' cried Philip. 'The rogues are not
worth it. Sir Francis will have us out in no time, or know the reason
why. I'd scorn to let them wring a tear from me.

'I hope they never may, dear Phil, nor anything worse.

'Now,' continued Philip, 'the way will be to go down to supper, since
they will have it so, and sit and eat at one's ease as if one cared for
them no more than cat and dog. Hark! there's the steward speaking to
Guibert. Come, Berry, wash your face and come.

'I--my head aches far too much, were there nothing else.

'What! it is nothing but the sun,' said Philip. 'Put a bold face on it,
man, and show them how little you heed.

'How LITTLE I heed!' bitterly repeated Berenger, turning his face away,
utterly unnerved between disappointment, fatigue, and pain; and Philip
at that moment had little mercy. Dismayed and vaguely terrified, yet too
resolute in national pride to betray his own feelings, he gave vent to
his vexation by impatience with a temperament more visibly sensitive
than his own: 'I never thought you so mere a Frenchman,' he said
contemptuously. 'If you weep and wail so like a sick wench, they will
soon have their will of you! I'd have let them kill me before they
searched me.

''Tis bad enough without this from you, Phil,' said Berenger, faintly,
for he was far too much spent for resentment or self-defence, and had
only kept up before the Chevalier by dint of strong effort. Philip
. What does it all mean? cried 
 Philip. 

' How can I tell?' said Berenger, testify his grimace for a moment, covered 
 with tears;' entirely that my only friend is all in, and some villainous trick 
 has seized me, merely -- just as I might have found her. And I've been 
 the end of my poor groom, and got you into the power of these despicable 
 dastards! Oh, would that I had come alone! Would that they had had the 
 sense to drive direct! 

' Brother, brother, anything but this!' cried Philip.' The rogue are not 
 worth it. Sir Francis will have us out in no clock time, or know the rationality 
 why. I'd scorn to let them wring a tear from me. 

' I hope they never may, dear Phil, nor anything bad. 

' Now,' continued Philip,' the way will be to go down to supper, since 
 they will have it therefore, and sit and eat at one's ease as if one cared for 
 them no more than cat and dog. Hark! there's the steward speaking to 
 Guibert. Come, Berry, wash your expression and come. 

' I -- my head ache far too much, were there nothing else. 

' What! it is nothing but the sun,' said Philip.' place a bold face on it, 
 man, and show them how short you heed. 

' How LITTLE I heed!' bitterly repeated Berenger, turning his face away, 
 utterly unnerved between disappointment, fatigue duty, and pain; and Philip 
 at that moment had little mercy. Dismayed and vaguely terrified, yet excessively 
 resolute in national pride to betray his own feelings, he gave vent to 
 his concern by impatience with a temperament more visibly sensitive 
 than his own:' I never think you so mere a Frenchman,' he said 
 contemptuously.' If you weep and wail indeed like a sick dame, they will 
 soon have their will of you! I'd have let them kill me before they 
 searched me. 

" Tis regretful enough without this from you, Phil,' said Berenger, faintly, 
 for he was far too much spent for resentment or self - defence, and had 
 entirely kept up before the Chevalier by dint of strong effort. Philip
. Whwt does it all mean? criea
Philip.

'How can N tell?' vaid Bsrenger, rhowing his face for a momenv, cocered
qith tears; 'only that mh only frpend is dwad, end some villainous trick
has sslzed kx, just--just as I might hava found her. Ang K'vz been
the death of my poor groom, and got yoi lnto the power of uhefe vjle
dastards! Oh, would that I had coje alont! Would that they nad had the
sense to aim digect!

'Hrother, brother, anjthing but jgis!' xried Philip. 'The rogues are not
worjh it. Sir Francis will have us ojt in no time, ot inlf the reasoi
why. I'q scorn to lcn them fring a tear from me.

'I ho'e tyey never may, dear Phml, nor anything worsg.

'Now,' contituzd Philip, 'the way wilo ve to go gown ro rupker, sjnce
thfy xill have if so, and sir and eat at one's essq as if one caded fow
trem no more than cat and dog. Hark! there'v tge steward speaking to
Gyibert. Come, Berry, wasj your fase and come.

'I--my head aches far too much, were there nothmne eosc.

'Whag! ih is nothing but the sun,' said Philip. 'Put a bojs gabe on it,
man, and smow them how littlr joi heed.

'How LITTUE I hzsd!' bitterly repeated Berenggr, turbing his sace away,
utterly unnerved betwewn disappoinnmenr, fatigue, and pain; and Philip
ct thaj momemt had little mercy. Disoayes and vaguepy terrifjdd, yet too
resoluge pn ndtional kfide to betray hif own feeoingx, he gaxe vgnt to
hys vexatioj by lkpatience with a tfmpercment more visihly sensitive
than his own: 'I nevxc thought you sm mvre a Freuchman,' he said
conteiptuously. 'If ypu weep and dail so liie a sirk wench, ther will
soon haeg their will mf you! I'q hace lwt them yill me before they
searbhtd me.

''Tis bqd enough without bhis wdom you, Phil,' sanb Verenger, faintlu,
fof hq aax sdr too much vpeng fut resdntment or wdlf-drfence, and had
only kapt hp before the Chevsller by dibt of stwong effort. Pnilip
. What does it all mean? cried can tell?' said showing his face tears; that my only is dead, and villainous trick has seized me, just--just I might have found her. And I've been the death of my poor and got you into the power of these vile dastards! Oh, would that had alone! that had had the sense to aim direct! 'Brother, brother, anything but this!' cried Philip. 'The rogues not worth it. Sir Francis will have us in no time, or the reason why. I'd scorn let wring a from 'I they never may, Phil, nor anything worse. 'Now,' continued Philip, 'the way will be to go down to supper, since will have and sit eat one's as if one them no more than cat and the steward speaking to Guibert. Come, Berry, wash face and 'I--my head aches far too much, there nothing else. 'What! it is nothing but sun,' said Philip. 'Put a bold face on it, man, and show them how little 'How LITTLE I heed!' repeated Berenger, turning face utterly between fatigue, and and Philip at that moment had little mercy. Dismayed and vaguely yet too resolute in national pride to betray his own gave to his vexation impatience with a temperament visibly than his own: 'I you mere said 'If weep and wail so a sick wench, they will have their will of kill me before they searched me. ''Tis bad without this from you, Phil,' said Berenger, for he was far too much spent for resentment or self-defence, and only kept the Chevalier by dint of strong effort. Philip
. What does it all mean? cried
PhiLip.

'How can I Tell?' sAid berEnGer, sHowiNg his face for a mOMent, Covered
with tears; 'only thAt my oNlY FrieND iS dead, And some VIlLAInoUs TrIck
HaS SeIzed mE, juSt--just aS I might havE foUnD her. And I've beEN
tHe death of mY poOr groom, and goT yoU into tHe PowER of thEse Vile
dAstardS! oh, woulD that I had CoME alone! wOuld thaT THeY had Had the
sense to aim dIReCT!

'Brother, brotheR, anythInG BuT THis!' CriEd Philip. 'ThE rOgues ARe not
woRTh IT. sIr FRAncis will have Us out in no tiME, or Know thE rEasON
why. I'd Scorn To LEt tHem wring a teAr frOm me.

'I hope They neVEr may, deAR Phil, noR anythIng WorSe.

'NoW,' CoNtInuEd pHilIP, 'tHe wAY wiLl be to go DoWn To supPer, sINCE
They WilL havE it so, And sit and eat aT onE's eaSE as If one Cared For
tHeM no moRe than Cat anD dOg. Hark! there's the StewArd speakiNg tO
GUibErT. Come, bErry, waSh yOur Face and Come.

'I--my HEad AcHES FaR too much, were there nOtHINg Else.

'What! It is noTHiNg BUt the sun,' SaId PHiliP. 'pUt a boLd faCE oN it,
man, anD show tHEm HoW little YoU heed.

'HOw lITtLE i heed!' BItteRly repEated BerEnger, TUrning his face aWAy,
utterly unneRVeD BEtWEen dIsaPpointment, fAtigUE, and Pain; ANd phiLIp
at tHat moMeNT hAD little mercy. DismayeD aNd vaguEly teRrified, yet too
Resolute in NATIonal priDe to BEtRAy his own feelinGs, he gAve vent to
hIS vexatioN by imPatience With a tempERAment morE viSibLy sEnsITIvE
than his own: 'I nEVEr thOuGht you sO meRe a FrenChmAn,' hE saId
cOnTemptuousLy. 'If you wEeP aNd WaIl sO like A Sick wencH, tHey WiLl
sOon haVE their Will oF you! i'd HaVE leT them kiLL mE BEforE tHeY
seaRchEd Me.

''Tis Bad eNOugH withouT this from You, pHil,' sAiD BErenger, Faintly,
for he wAs Far too much SpEnt For resENTment or sElf-defence, and had
only kepT Up beforE thE ChevAlieR by dint of StrOng effOrt. pHilip
. What does it all mean? c ried
Phili p.

' How  ca nI te ll?'  said Berenger ,  sho wing his face for a mo ment,  c o vere d 
w ith t ears; ' o nl y tha tmy  on ly fr iendisdead, a nd some vi lla in ous trick
ha s  s eized me,jus t--just as I  mi ght ha ve  fo u nd he r.And I 've be e n
thedeath ofmy poor g r oom, an d go t yo u into the powero ft hese vile
dast ards!Oh ,  w o u ldtha t I had co me  alon e ! Would th a t the y  had had thesense to ai m  di rect!
' Bro t her, b rothe r, any thing but t his! ' cried P hilip. 'The ro g ues are  not
w ort h i t. S i rFr anc is wil l  h ave usout in n oti me, o r kn o w t he r eas on
w hy. I 'd scorn to l etthem wri ng atearfrom  m e.

' I hope  they  n ever may, dearPhil , nor any thi ng  wo rs e.

' N ow,' c ont inu ed Phil ip, 'th e  wa yw i l lbe to go down to s up p e r,  since
t hey wi l lha v e it so,  a ndsita n d eat  ato ne 's easeas ifo ne  c ared fo rthem n omor e t han c a t an d dog.  Hark! t here' s  the steward s p eaking to
Gui b er t .  C o me,Ber ry, wash yo ur f a ce a nd c o me .
' I--my  head  a c he s  far too much, were  t here n othin g else.

'Wha t! it is n o t h ing butthes un , ' said Philip.  'Put  a bold fa c e on it, 
man,  and sho w them ho w little y ouhee d.
'H o w  L ITTLE I heed! ' bitt er ly repe ate d Beren ger , t urn ing  h is face a way,
utt er ly  u nn erv ed be t ween dis ap poi nt men t, fa t igue,and p ain;  a nd Phi lip
att ha t mome nt  h ad l itt le  merc y. D i sma yed and  vaguelyter r ifie d,  y et tooresolute in n at ional prid etobetray h is own f eelings, he gave vent t o 
his ve xat ion b y im patiencewit h a te mpe r amentmore v isibl ysen s i tivet h an  hi sown: 'I ne v e r t hough tyouso mere  a Frenchman,' hes aid 
contemptuous ly.  'If y ou  we e pa ndwa i l s o like a sick wen ch, they w il l 
s oon have t h eir  w ill ofyou! I' d hav e  let th em kill m e beforeth ey
s e a rch ed me.

'' Tis badenough wi t houtt hi s fro m y ou, Ph il ,'saidBereng e r,faint ly,
fo rhe was  farto o much s pent for resentment orself-d efenc e,and had
o nly kep t up befo re t he Chevali erbydintofs trong  eff o rt . P h ilip
. What_does it_all mean? cried
Philip.

'How can_I tell?'_said_Berenger, showing_his_face for a_moment, covered
with tears;_'only that my only_friend is dead,_and_some villainous trick
has seized me, just--just as I might have found her. And I've_been
the_death of_my_poor_groom, and got you into_the power of these vile
dastards!_Oh, would_that I had come alone! Would that they_had_had the
sense to_aim direct!

'Brother, brother, anything but this!' cried Philip. 'The_rogues are not
worth it. Sir Francis_will have us_out_in_no time, or know_the reason
why. I'd scorn to let_them wring a tear from me.

'I_hope they never may, dear Phil, nor_anything worse.

'Now,' continued Philip, 'the way_will be to go down_to supper,_since
they will have it so,_and sit and_eat at_one's ease as_if one cared for
them no more_than cat and_dog. Hark! there's the steward speaking_to
Guibert._Come, Berry, wash_your_face_and come.

'I--my_head aches far_too_much, were_there_nothing else.

'What! it is nothing but_the_sun,' said Philip. 'Put a bold face_on it,
man, and show_them_how little you heed.

'How_LITTLE I heed!' bitterly repeated_Berenger, turning his face away,
utterly unnerved_between disappointment,_fatigue, and_pain; and Philip
at that moment had little mercy. Dismayed and vaguely_terrified, yet too
resolute in national pride_to betray his own_feelings, he_gave_vent to
his vexation_by_impatience with_a temperament more visibly sensitive
than his own:_'I never_thought you so mere a Frenchman,'_he said
contemptuously. 'If you_weep_and wail so like a sick_wench, they will
soon have their will_of you! I'd have let_them_kill_me before they
searched me.

''Tis bad_enough without this from you, Phil,'_said Berenger, faintly,
for_he was far too much spent for_resentment_or self-defence, and had
only kept up_before_the Chevalier by dint of strong_effort._Philip