I sometimes hunted in the neighborhood of his place, and on two occasions demanded his hospitality.  He received me in a dubious manner, admitted me to his table, scarcely spoke to me; served me with Constantia wine, refused to accept my proffered hand, and surrendered me his own couch to rest my wearied limbs upon.  From Port Natal I wrote this savage two notes of thanks, commencing:  My dear friend—­in writing, I could not confer on him a title of rank, so I gave him one of affection:  My dear friend.  My letters were ignored—­as I had asked nothing, there was nothing to answer.  One evening I met the Creole walking up the avenue of Port Natal, and advanced towards him, and held out my hand in a friendly way.  Once more he declined to accept it.  My vexation was apparent:  “Monsieur,” said the savage, “you appear to be an honest, sincere young man, very unlike a European.  I must enlighten and warn your too unsuspecting mind.  You have several times called me your dear friend.  Doing this might prove disastrous to you, and then I would be in despair.  I am not your friend; I am the friend of no one....  Avoid me, monsieur; shun my neighborhood, shun my house.  Withdraw the confidence, that with the carelessness of a traveller you have reposed in me....  Adieu!” This adieu was accompanied by a sinister smile and a savage look that were anything but reassuring to me.  I afterwards discovered that the Creole Smollet was a professional bandit!!

I hope, Monsieur de Villiers, that the application of this apologue will not escape you.  At all events, I will add a few lines to enlighten your unsophisticated mind.  You have always been my friend, monsieur.  You have never disclaimed this relation; you have always pressed my hand when we met.  Your professed friendship justified my confidence, and it would have been ungrateful in me to have esteemed you less than I did the savage.  You and Mad. de Braimes have cunningly organized against me a plot of the basest nature.  Doubtless you call it a happy combination of forces—­I call it a perfidious conspiracy.  I imagine I hear you and Mad. de Braimes at this very moment laughing at your victim as you congratulate yourselves on the success of your machinations.  It affords me pleasure to think that one of these two friends is, perhaps, a man.  Were they both women I could not demand satisfaction.  You deserve my gratitude for your great kindness in assisting me when I most needed a friend.  When I sought Mlle, de Chateaudun with a foolish, blind anxiety, you charitably aided me in my efforts to find her.  You were my guide, my compass, my staff; you led me over roads where Mlle, de Chateaudun never thought of going; your guidance was so skilful that at the end of my searches you alone found what we had both been vainly seeking.  You must have been delighted and entertained at the result, monsieur!  Did Mad. de Braimes laugh very much?  Truly, monsieur, you are old beyond your years, and your education