Here they left a portion of their burdens and then proceeded to the path down the cliff which led to the cave.  On Nancy giving the signal, the ladder was lowered, and they were admitted.  As soon as they were upon the flat, Moggy embraced her husband, crying, “Here I have you, my own dear Jemmy, all to myself, and safe for ever.”

Chapter XXX

In which Mr Vanslyperken treats the ladies.

On the second day after his arrival, Vanslyperken, as agreed, went up to the syndic’s house to call upon Ramsay.  The latter paid him down one hundred pounds for his passage and services, and Vanslyperken was so pleased, that he thought seriously, as soon as he had amassed sufficient money, to withdraw himself from the service, and retire with his ill-gotten gains; but when would a miser like Vanslyperken have amassed sufficient money?  Alas! never, even if the halter were half round his neck.  Ramsay then gave his instructions to Vanslyperken, advising him to call for letters previously to his sailing, and telling him that he must open the government despatches in the way to which he had been witness, take full memorandums of the contents, and bring them to him, for which service he would each time receive fifty pounds as a remuneration.  Vanslyperken bowed to his haughty new acquaintance, and quitted the house.

“Yes,” thought Ramsay, “that fellow is a low, contemptible traitor, and how infamous does treason appear in that wretch! but—­I—­I am no traitor—­I have forfeited my property and risked my life in fidelity to my king, and in attempting to rid the world of a usurper and a tyrant.  Here, indeed, I am playing a traitor’s part to my host, but still I am doing my duty.  An army without spies would be incomplete, and one may descend to that office for the good of one’s country without tarnish or disgrace.  Am I not a traitor to her already?  Have not I formed visions in my imagination already of obtaining her hand, and her heart, and her fortune?  Is not this treachery?  Shall I not attempt to win her affections under disguise as her father’s friend and partisan?  But what have women to do with politics?  Or if they have, do not they set so light a value upon them, that they will exchange them for a feather?  Yes, surely; when they love, their politics are the politics of those they cling to.  At present, she is on her father’s side; but if she leave her father and cleave to me, her politics will be transferred with her affections.  But then her religion.  She thinks me a Protestant.  Well, love is all in all with women; not only politics but religion must yield to it; ‘thy people shall be my people, and thy God shall be my God,’ as Ruth says in the scriptures.  She is wrong in politics, I will put her right.  She is wrong in religion, I will restore her to the bosom of the church.  Her wealth would be sacrificed to some heretic; it were far better that it belonged to one who supports the true religion