He turned now on his way home, as if disdaining longer converse with
one who refused to listen to reason. The constable followed at his
side, growling the whole way, and reproaching the General with his
perfidy, the latter protesting it was Basset's own fault, "when he
knew dere was a hole dere," and that he would have nothing to do with
him, or with the cunning old man, for the future. Upon arriving at the
bars, Primus, notwithstanding his indignation at the suspicion cast
on his honor, courteously invited Basset to take a drink with him,
but the latter, suspecting, perhaps, another snare, was in no humor
to accept the invitation; and, turning away without even noticing the
black's good-night, directed hasty steps towards the lights of the
town.




CHAPTER XXI.

"Who called you forth from night and utter death,
From dark and icy caverns, called you forth,
Down those precipitous black-jagged rocks,
For ever shattered, and the same for ever?
Who gave you your invulnerable life,
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
Unceasing thunder and eternal foam?"

COLERIDGE.


William Bernard had, of late, been more than usually attracted to the