This was no suitable moment for dwelling upon the defects and weaknesses.

Wogan told her the story of the campaign in Scotland, of the year's residence in Avignon.

He spoke most burningly.

A girl would no doubt like to hear of her love's achievements; and if James Stuart had not so many to his name as a man could wish, that was merely because chance had served him ill.
So a fair tale was told, not to be found in any history book, of a night attack in Scotland and how the Chevalier de St.George, surprised and already to all purposes a prisoner, forced a way alone through nine grenadiers with loaded muskets and escaped over the roof-tops.

It was a good breathless story as he told it, and he had just come to an end of it when the carriage drove through the village of Wellishmile and stopped at the posting-house.