As soon as the round was past--"Certainly, gentlemen!" said I. "I will
give you a lead, with all the pleasure in the world. But, first of all,
there is a hound here to be punished. M. Clausel has just insulted me,
and dishonoured the French army; and I demand that he run the gauntlet
of this shed."

There was but one voice asking what he had done, and, as soon as I had
told them, but one voice agreeing to the punishment. The General was, in
consequence, extremely roughly handled, and the next day was
congratulated by all who saw him on his _new decorations_. It was lucky
for us that he was one of the prime movers and believers in our project
of escape, or he had certainly revenged himself by a denunciation. As
for his feelings towards myself, they appeared, by his looks, to surpass
humanity; and I made up my mind to give him a wide berth in the future.

Had I been to go down that instant, I believe I could have carried it
well. But it was already too late--the day was at hand. The rest had
still to be summoned. Nor was this the extent of my misfortune; for the
next night, and the night after, were adorned with a perfect galaxy of
stars, and showed every cat that stirred in a quarter of a mile. During
this interval I have to direct your sympathies on the Vicomte de
Saint-Yves! All addressed me softly, like folk round a sick-bed. Our
Italian corporal, who had got a dozen of oysters from a fishwife, laid
them at my feet, as though I were a Pagan idol; and I have never since
been wholly at my ease in the society of shellfish. He who was the best
of our carvers brought me a snuff-box, which he had just completed, and
which, while it was yet in hand, he had often declared he would not part
with under fifteen dollars. I believe the piece was worth the money too!
And yet the voice stuck in my throat with which I must thank him. I
found myself, in a word, to be fed up like a prisoner in a camp of
anthropophagi, and honoured like the sacrificial bull. And what with
these annoyances, and the risky venture immediately ahead, I found my
part a trying one to play.

It was a good deal of a relief when the third evening closed about the
Castle with volumes of sea-fog. The lights of Princes Street sometimes
disappeared, sometimes blinked across at us no brighter than the eyes of
cats; and five steps from one of the lanterns on the ramparts it was
already groping dark. We made haste to lie down. Had our gaolers been
upon the watch