ENTEEN.
Mr Collinson had not been many minutes in the dining-room, when the
young lady, accompanied by an elderly-looking Frenchman with white hair,
entered the room.
"You are welcome, sir, to my house," he said; "and I am happy to receive
you. I lately received great kindness from your countrymen, when I was
in your situation, a captive in their hands, and I am thankful to have
an opportunity of returning it."
Mr Collinson made a suitable reply, adding that it was a sad thing that
peaceable people should be made prisoners, and inconvenienced because
their nations happened to be at war.
"Yes, indeed," added the Frenchman; "but don't speak about it. It was
our Emperor who set the example."
"How long ago was it since the circumstance occurred?" asked Mr
Collinson.
"But a few weeks ago," answered the Frenchman; "indeed, we have only
returned home about ten days. My daughter and I were on our way from
France, when our vessel was captured by an English corvette, and carried
into Port Royal. The captain of the English ship treated us with great
kindness, as, indeed, did several of the inhabitants of the place,
especially a military officer commanding a regiment there, with whom I
was formerly acquainted when I was in the army. We, on that occasion,
met as enemies, but we parted as friends, and I was very glad to renew
my acquaintance."
The English lieutenant listened to this account with great interest.
"And what was the name of the ship by which your vessel was captured?"
he asked.
"She was a corvette, I know," he answered. "Yes, yes, I remember; her
name is the _Lilly_, and her captain is Mr Trevelyan."
"That was indeed a curious coincidence, for it is the ship to which I
belong," said Mr Collinson.
"The captain is indeed a kind and generous man!" exclaimed the young
lady with enthusiasm. "And, now I think of it, how very strange!
Surely we heard of you from Colonel Lydall. They were very anxious
indeed about you. Some, in truth, thought you were lost, but Miss
Lydall would not believe that; yet often she was very sad. Now I
understand it all."
As may be supposed, after this information, Mr Collinson had numberless
questions to ask. Sometimes he was grieved at the thoughts of the
anxiety Miss Lydall was suffering; at other times, he could not help
feeling grateful that her affection for him was undiminished.
While they were still speaking, a handsome repast was placed on the
table,
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