CHAPTER III.: MY KINSMAN AND I RIDE DIFFERENT WAYS.

TWO DAYS LATER, BEING DEPUTED upon some errand, the import of which I have forgotten, I chanced to-pass by the barrier of the Rue de Grenelle, and a travelling-carriage drew up at my side. My eyes were bent upon the ground, so that I took no heed of it until I heard my name cried. I looked up, and there was my Lord Bolingbroke at the window.

“You see, Lawrence,” he said, “I leave Paris as I promised Stair, and I travel into Dauphiné.”

“But by a roundabout road,” I answered eagerly. “It is possi