CONTENTS
CHAPTER I — THE COAST OF FRANCE
CHAPTER III — THE RUINED COTTAGE
CHAPTER VI — THE SECRET PASSAGE
CHAPTER VII — THE OWNER OF GROSBOIS
CHAPTER IX — THE CAMP OF BOULOGNE
CHAPTER XII — THE MAN OF ACTION
CHAPTER XIII — THE MAN OF DREAMS
CHAPTER XV — THE RECEPTION OF THE EMPRESS
CHAPTER XVI — THE LIBRARY OF GROSBOIS
I dare say that I had already read my uncle's letter a hundred times, and I am sure that I knew it by heart. None the less I took it out of my pocket, and, sitting on the side of the lugger, I went over it again with as much attention as if it were for the first time. It was written in a prim, angular hand, such as one might expect from a man who had begun life as a village attorney, and it was addressed to Louis de Laval, to the care of William Hargreaves, of the Green Man in Ashford, Kent. The landlord had many a hogshead of untaxed French brandy from the Normandy coast, and the letter had found its way by the same hands.
'My dear nephew Louis,' said the letter, 'now that your father is dead, and that you are alone in the world, I am sure that you will not wish to carry on the feud which has existed between the two halves of the family. At the time of the troubles your father was drawn towards the side of the King, and I towards that of the people, and it ended, as you know, by his having to fly from the country, and by my becoming the possessor of the estates of Grosbois. No doubt it is very hard that you should find yourself in a different position to your ancestors, but I am sure that you would rather that the land should be held by a Bernac than by a stranger. From the brother of your mother you will at least always meet with sympathy and consideration.
'And now I have some advice for you. You know that I have always been a Republican, but it has become evident to me that there is no use in fighting against fate, and that Napoleon's power is far to