Of course your own fortune is sequestered and you can return
neither to England nor to Scotland."
"My aunt may have had faith that I was living. She would do all that
she could to help.... No, I'll not go back."
"Your chance would lie in some post here. Take up old acquaintances
where they have power, and recommend yourself to new ones with power.
Great ladies in especial," said Warburton.
"We haven't passed that by?"
"Not yet, Rullock, not yet!"
Ian dreamed over the fire. At last he stretched his arms. "Let us go
sleep, Warburton! I have come miles...."
"Yes, it is late. Oh, one thing more! Alexander Jardine is in Paris."
"Alexander!"
"I don't know what he is doing here. In with the writing, studying
crew, I suppose. I came upon him by accident, near the Sorbonne. He
did not see me and I did not speak."
"I'll not avoid him!"
"I remember your telling me that you had quarreled. That was the eve
of your leaving Paris in the springtime, before the Prince went to
Scotland. You haven't made it up?"
"No. I suppose we'll never make it up."
"What was it over?"
"I can't tell you that.... It had a double thread. Did he come to
Paris, I wonder, because he guessed that I would bring up here?" He
rose and stood staring down into the fire. "I think that he did so.
Well, if he means to follow me through the world, let him follow! And
now no more to-night, Warburton! I want sleep--sleep--sleep!"
The next day and the next and the next began a new French life.
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