During the greater part of his journey to the French capital, he fancied his movements were watched by a stranger, gentlemanly in his appearance, and not refusing to enter into conversation when Greville accosted him; but still Alfred did not feel satisfied with his companionship, though to get rid of him seemed an impossibility, for however he changed his course, the day never passed without his shadow darkening Greville's path.

Within eighty miles of Paris, however, he lost all traces of him, and he then reproached himself for indulging in unnecessary fears.

He was not in Paris two days, however, before, to his utter astonishment, he was arrested and thrown into prison on the charge of forging bank-notes, two years previous, to a very considerable amount.

In vain he protested against the accusation alleging at that time he had been in Italy and not in Paris.

Notes bearing his own signature, and papers betraying other misdemeanours, were brought forward, and on their testimony and that of the stranger, whose name he found to be _Dupont_, he was thrown into prison to await his trial.