een ambitious like my comrades," answered the sailor, "I don't
hide it, and perhaps I am so still; but u on my word of honour, when I
look at you, the only, desire I feel is for a cottage and a heart."

She turned upon him the charming sapphire glances that flashed from
under her eyelids.

"That is to be had also . . . what are you doing, Emiral?"

"I am looking for the heart."

When she left the Admiralty, the Viscountess went immediately to the
Reverend Father Agaric to give an account of her visit.

"You must go to him again, dear lady," said that austere monk.

V. THE PRINCE DES BOSCENOS

Morning and evening the newspapers that had been bought by the
Dracophils proclaimed Chatillon's praises and hurled shame and
opprobrium upon the Ministers of the Republic. Chatillon's portrait was
sold through the streets of Alca. Those young descendants of Remus who
carry plaster figures on their heads, offered busts of Chatillon for
sale upon the bridges.

Every evening Chatillon rode upon his white horse round the Queen's
Meadow, a place frequented by the people of fashion. The Dracophils
posted along the Emiral's route a crowd of needy Penguins who kept
shouting: "It is Chatillon we want." The middle classes of Alca
conceived a profound admiration for the Emiral. Shopwomen murmured:
"He is good-looking." Women of fashion slackened the speed of their
motor-cars and kissed hands to him as they passed, amidst the hurrahs of
an enthusiastic populace.

One day, as he went into a tobacco shop, two Penguins who were putting
letters in the box recognized Chatillon and cried at the top of their
voices: "Hurrah for the Emiral! Down with the Republicans." All those
who were passing stopped in front of the shop. Chatillon lighted his
cigar before the eyes of a dense crowd of frenzied citizens who waved
their hats and cheered. The crowd kept increasing, and the whole
town, singing and marching behind its hero, went back with him to the
Admiralty.

The Emiral had an old comrade in arms, Under-Emiral Vulcanmould, who had
served with great distinction, a man as true as gold and as loyal as his
sword. Vulcanmould plumed himself on his thoroughgoing independence and
he went among the partisans of Crucho and the Minister of the Republic
telling both parties what he thought of them. M. Bigourd maliciously
declared that he told each party what the other party thought of it.
In truth he had on several occasions been guilty of regr