he betrayed himself; the Englishman, cateris paribus, usually pronouncing the Italian better than the Frenchman, on account of the greater affinity between his native language and that of Italy, in what relates to emphasis and sounds.  Such was the state of mind of our hero then, as he got an intimation that the captain of the ship wished to see him below.  Raoul observed as he descended the ladder, to comply with what sounded very much like an order, that he was followed by the two Elban functionaries.

The cabin-lamp was trimmed, and the privateersman found himself under a strong light as soon as he had crossed the threshold of the apartment.  Cuffe and Griffin were standing near the table, where the vice-governatore and the podesta took their stations also; giving the whole arrangement a most uncomfortable air of investigation and justice.  For an instant Raoul wished that it was a portion of the Holy Inquisition, rather than the tribunal before which he now found himself so unexpectedly arraigned.

“You must be cool,” said Griffin, as the other moved slowly up to the table, maintaining the outward signs of steadiness, but cursing in his heart the severe ordeal which he felt he was undergoing; “do me the favor to put this silk handkerchief about your neck.”

“S’nore, your eccellenza is pleased to joke; we men of Capri think little of the nights at this season of the year—­still, as it seems to be your wish, I will honor myself so much.”

In that age a black silk kerchief was the certain mark of a military man.  The old-fashioned stock had gone out with all but old-fashioned people, and the new-fashioned substitute did not make its appearance until many years later; the present usage, indeed, having come in from an imitation of the military mania which pervaded Christendom at the close of the last general war.  Black around the neck, properly relieved by the white of the linen, was then deemed particularly military; and even in the ordinary dress, such a peculiarity was as certain a sign as the cockade that the wearer bore arms.  Raoul knew this, and he felt he was aiding in unmasking himself by complying; but he thought there might be greater danger should he refuse to assume the kerchief.

“Your eccellenza is making a prince of a very humble boatman,” he said, when his neck was fairly enveloped; “and my wife will think some great general is coming, when I enter the door.”

“To help the delusion, friend, wear this also,” continued Griffin, throwing the other one of his own undress uniform coats, his stature and that of Raoul being very nearly the same.

The true state of the case was now getting to be somewhat unequivocal; nevertheless, as steadiness and compliance were his only hopes, Raoul did as desired and stood with all his upper man decorated in an English naval undress uniform, while the nether remained a la lazzarone.

“What say you now, vice-governatore,” resumed Griffin, “here are lights and the dress!”