“Just so; and that is where the unfairness came in.  He was inexpressibly shocked.  ‘Why,’ he cried, ’the Marshal had put you under parole!’ ‘So far as the frontier,’ said I.  ’The promise upon which I swore was that I would not consent to be released by the partidas on my journey through Spain.  Once in France, I could not escape his vengeance.  Now for this very reason I have a right to interpret my promise strictly, and I consider that during the past half-hour my parole has expired.’  ‘I cannot deny it,’ he allowed, and took a pace or two up and down the room, then halted in front of me.  ’You would suggest, sir, that since this letter was taken from me by the partidas, and you and I alone know that it was restored, I owe you the favour of suppressing it.’  ‘Good Heavens! my young friend,’ I exclaimed, ’I suggest nothing of the sort.  I may ask you to risk for my sake a professional ambition which is very dear to you, but certainly not to imperil your young soul by a falsehood.  No, sir, if you will deliver me to the Governor of Bayonne as a prisoner on honourable parole—­which I will renew here and extend to the gates of that city only—­and will then request an interview for the purpose of delivering your letter and explaining how the seal came to be broken, with Joly’—­ this was the trooper—­’for witness, you will gain me all the time I hope to need.’  ‘That will be little enough,’ objected he.  ’I must make the most of it,’ said I; ’and we must manage to time our arrival for the evening, when the Governor will either be supping or at the theatre, that the delay, if possible, may be of his creating.’  ’I owe you more than this,’ said the ingenuous youth.  ’And I, sir, am even ashamed of myself for asking so much,’ I answered.

“Well, so we contrived it; entered Bayonne at nightfall, presented ourselves at the Citadel, and were, to our inexpressible joy, received by the Deputy-Governor, who heard the Lieutenant’s report and endorsed the false paper of parole which Marmont had given me, and which, in fact, had now expired.  The fatal letter Lieutenant Gerard kept in his pocket, while demanding an interview with the Governor himself.  This (he was told) could not be granted until the morning—­’the Governor was entertaining that night’—­and with a well-feigned reluctance he saluted and withdrew.  Outside the Deputy’s door we parted without a word, and at the Citadel gate, having shown my pass, which left me free to seek lodgings in the city, I halted, and, under the sentry’s nose, dropped a note into the Governor’s letter-box.  I had written it at Hendaye, and addressed it to the Duke of Ragusa; and it ran—­