She was right, and I applauded her sentiments, while giving her to understand that she was to put all notions of benefits received out of her mind.  I wanted to make her see that I knew that there was no more need for gratitude on her side than mine.

We spent a night that must be imagined rather than described.  She told me in the morning that she felt all had been for the best, as if she had given way at first she could never have made up her mind to accept the young Genoese, though he seemed likely to make her happy.

Marcoline came to see us in the morning, caressed us, and promised to sleep by herself the rest of the voyage.

“Then you are not jealous?” said I.

“No, for her happiness is mine too, and I know she will make you happy.”

She became more ravishingly beautiful every day.

Possano and the abbe came in just as we were sitting down to table, and my niece having ordered two more plates I allowed them to dine with us.  My brother’s face was pitiful and yet ridiculous.  He could not walk any distance, so he had been obliged to come on horseback, probably for the first time in his life.

“My skin is delicate,” said he, “so I am all blistered.  But God’s will be done!  I do not think any of His servants have endured greater torments than mine during this journey.  My body is sore, and so is my soul.”

So saying he cast a piteous glance at Marcoline, and we had to hold our sides to prevent ourselves laughing.  My niece could bear it no more, and said,—­

“How I pity you, dear uncle!”

At this he blushed, and began to address the most absurd compliments to her, styling her “my dear niece.”  I told him to be silent, and not to speak French till he was able to express himself in that equivocal language without making a fool of himself.  But the poet Pogomas spoke no better than he did.

I was curious to know what had happened at Mentone after we had left, and Pogomas proceeded to tell the story.

“When we came back from our walk we were greatly astonished not to find the felucca any more.  We went to the inn, where I knew you had ordered dinner; but the inn-keeper knew nothing except that he was expecting the prince and a young officer to dine with you.  I told him he might wait for you in vain, and just then the prince came up in a rage, and told the inn-keeper that now you were gone he might look to you for his payment.  ‘My lord,’ said the inn-keeper, ’the gentleman wanted to pay me, but I respected the orders I had received from your highness and would not take the money.’  At this the prince flung him a louis with an ill grace, and asked us who we were.  I told him that we belonged to you, and that you had not waited for us either, which put us to great trouble.  ’You will get away easily enough,’ said he; and then he began to laugh, and swore the jest was a pleasant one.  He then asked me who the ladies were.