(his one mistake throughout the interview) denied the soft impeachment, “ Alors ,” from the Commissary, “ ce n’est pas votre passeport! ” But these were ineffectual thunders; he never dreamed of laying hands upon the Cigarette ; presently he fell into a mood of unrestrained admiration, gloating over the contents of the knapsack, commending our friend’s tailor. Ah, what an honoured guest was the Commissary entertaining! what suitable clothes he wore for the warm weather! what beautiful maps, what an attractive work of history he carried in his knapsack! You are to understand there was now but one point of difference between them: what was to be done with the Arethusa ? the Cigarette demanding his release, the Commissary still claiming him as the dungeon’s own. Now it chanced that the Cigarette