“‘I can only tell you,’ said the surgeon-major of the company of which I was paymaster, ’I applied formally to Prince Murat only yesterday to be recalled.  Without being afraid exactly of leaving my bones in the Peninsula, I would rather dress the wounds made by our worthy neighbors the Germans.  Their weapons do not run quite so deep into the body as these Castilian daggers.  Besides, a certain dread of Spain is, with me, a sort of superstition.  From my earliest youth I have read Spanish books, and a heap of gloomy romances and tales of adventures in this country have given me a serious prejudice against its manners and customs.

“’Well, now, since my arrival in Madrid, I have already been, not indeed the hero, but the accomplice of a dangerous intrigue, as dark and mysterious as any romance by Lady (Mrs.) Radcliffe.  I am apt to attend to my presentiments, and I am off to-morrow.  Murat will not refuse me leave, for, thanks to our varied services, we always have influential friends.’

“‘Since you mean to cut your stick, tell us what’s up,’ said an old Republican colonel, who cared not a rap for Imperial gentility and choice language.

“The surgeon-major looked about him cautiously, as if to make sure who were his audience, and being satisfied that no Spaniard was within hearing, he said: 

“’We are none but Frenchmen—­then, with pleasure, Colonel Hulot.  About six days since, I was quietly going home, at about eleven at night, after leaving General Montcornet, whose hotel is but a few yards from mine.  We had come away together from the Quartermaster-General’s, where we had played rather high at bouillotte.  Suddenly, at the corner of a narrow high-street, two strangers, or rather, two demons, rushed upon me and flung a large cloak round my head and arms.  I yelled out, as you may suppose, like a dog that is thrashed, but the cloth smothered my voice, and I was lifted into a chaise with dexterous rapidity.  When my two companions released me from the cloak, I heard these dreadful words spoken by a woman, in bad French: 

“’"If you cry out, or if you attempt to escape, if you make the very least suspicious demonstration, the gentleman opposite to you will stab you without hesitation.  So you had better keep quiet.—­Now, I will tell you why you have been carried off.  If you will take the trouble to put your hand out in this direction, you will find your case of instruments lying between us; we sent a messenger for them to your rooms, in your name.  You will need them.  We are taking you to a house that you may save the honor of a lady who is about to give birth to a child that she wishes to place in this gentleman’s keeping without her husband’s knowledge.  Though monsieur rarely leaves his wife, with whom he is still passionately in love, watching over her with all the vigilance of Spanish jealousy, she had succeeded in concealing her condition; he believes her to be ill.  You must bring the child into the world.  The dangers of this enterprise do not concern us:  only, you must obey us, otherwise the lover, who is sitting opposite to you in this carriage, and who does not understand a word of French, will kill you on the least rash movement.”