I am Raoul Yvard--the person you take me for, and the person that some of you must well know me to be.

I fought your boats, Monsieur Cuffe--avoided your _brulot,_ and led you a merry chase round Elba.

I deceived the Signor Barrofaldi and his friend the podesta, and all for the love of this beautiful and modest girl, who has just left the cabin; no other motive having carried me into Porto Ferrajo or into this Bay of Naples, on the honor of a Frenchman." "Umph!" muttered Lyon, "it must be admitted, Sir Frederick, that the prisoner appeals to a most eligible standard!" On another occasion national antipathy and national prejudice might have caused the rest of the court to smile at this sally; but there was an earnestness and sincerity in the manner and countenance of Raoul, which, if they did not command entire belief, at least commanded respect.

It was impossible to deride such a man; and long-cherished antipathies were rebuked by his spirited and manly declarations.
"There will be no further occasion for witnesses, Mr.Judge Advocate, if the prisoner be disposed to acknowledge the whole truth," observed Cuffe.

"It is proper, however, Monsieur Yvard, to apprise you of the possible consequences.