"I fear not the dead, and I love the living. The honour of Hyde is safe
in my keeping. If you have any advice to give me, sir, pray speak
plainly."

"With all my soul. I ask you, then, to play with some moderation. I ask
you to avoid any entanglement with women. I ask you to withdraw
yourself, as soon as possible, from those blusterers for French liberty--
or rather French license, robbery, and assassination--I tell you there
is going to be a fierce national fracas on the subject. Stand by the
President, and every word he says. Every word is sure to be wise and
right."

"Father, I learnt the word 'Liberty' from your lips. I drew my sword
under your command for 'Liberty.' I know not how to discard an idea that
has grown into my nature as the veining grows into the wood."

"Liberty! Yes; cherish it with your life-blood. But France has polluted
the name and outraged the idea. Neither you nor I can wish to be swept
into the common sewers, being by birth, nobles and aristocrats. Earl
Stanhope, who was heart and soul with the French Revolution while it was
a movement for liberty, has just scratched his name with his own hand
from the revolutionary Club. And Burke, who was once its most
enthusiastic defender, has now written a pamphlet which has given it, in
England, a fatal blow. This news came in my letters to-day." Then taking
out his watch, he rose, saying, "Come, it is time to go to the ship--MY
DEAR GEORGE!"

George could not speak. He clasped his father's hand, and then walked by
his side to Coffee House Slip, where the North Star was lying. There was