possible."

"Bring me the officers to-morrow at this hour, Monsieur Beverley--_au
revoir_."

The prince of Conde then passed on to speak to other officers and
gentlemen who were waiting to pay their respects.

Edward went to Chaloner and Grenville, who were delighted with the
intelligence which he brought them. The next day they were at the
prince's levee, and introduced by Edward.

"I am fortunate, gentlemen," said the prince, "in securing the services
of such fine young men. You will oblige me by enlisting as many of your
countrymen as you may consider likely to do good service, and then
follow me to Guienne, to which province I am now about to depart. Be
pleased to put yourself into communication with the parties named in
this paper, and after my absence you will receive from them every
assistance and necessary supplies which may be required."

A month after this interview, Conde, who had been joined by a great
number of nobles, and had been reinforced by troops from Spain, set up
the standard of revolt. Edward and his friends joined them, with about
300 English and Scotch, whom they had enlisted, and very soon afterwards
Conde obtained the victory at Blenan, and in April 1652 advanced to
Paris.

Turenne, who had taken the command of the French army, followed him, and
a severe action was fought in the streets of the suburb D'Antoine, in
which neither party had the advantage. But eventually Conde was beaten
back by the superior force of Turenne; and not receiving the assistance
he expected from the Spaniards, he fell back to the frontiers of
Champagne.

Previous to his departure from Paris, Edward had received Humphrey's
letter, explaining away the Intendant's conduct; and the contents
removed a heavy load from Edward's mind; but he now thought of nothing
but war, and although he cherished the idea of Patience Heatherstone, he
was resolved to follow the fortunes of the prince as long as he could.
He wrote a letter to the Intendant, thanking him for his kind feelings
and intentions towards him, and he trusted that he might one day have
the pleasure of seeing him again. He did not, however, think it
advisable to mention the name of his daughter, except in inquiring after
her health, and sending his respects. "It may be years before I see her
again," thought Edward, "and who knows what may happen?"

The prince of Conde now had the command of the Spanish forces in the
Netherlands; and Edward, with his fri