His very form, and his very face, made me at once envy and detest him.

I felt that there is something antipathetic in our natures.

I feel, too, that we shall meet again, when Jean Nicot's hate may be less impotent.

We, too, cher confrere,--we, too, may meet again! Vive la Republique! I to my new world!" "And I to mine.

Farewell!" That day Mervale left Naples; the next morning Glyndon also quitted the City of Delight alone, and on horseback.