St. Clyde, they seemed to imitate the lord of the Nile, and said "farewell" with dry eyes. Hardly any of the people paid much attention to Mon. Villejuive; and those who parted from his sons in siccous grief, took no notice of him, either on the quay, or on the road home to his house. What the feelings of this man then were, none could tell; but if there be any reality in physiognomy, those who were deep-read in that science pretended to have discovered, that Mon. Villejuive was filled with a species of remorse and sorrow, which bore the appearance of despair, at not having any friends; yet they could also perceive by turns the glimpses of pleasure he felt at getting rid of his sons, whom he idly believed to be the sole cause of his being disliked by his neighbours: for he forgot what his eldest son had hinted of the people's suspicious belief of the ghost;

and he never took the pains to inquire what results were drawn from the report, else he would have found that the surmises abroad were chiefly on account of himself, and not from any jealousy or suspicion his sons had created but so it was-he smothered what arose against his own conduct in his mind, and, by a very false deduction, imagined all the people of the island did the same.

CHAPTER XI.

Macbeth

Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

Put on their instruments.

SHAKSPEARE.

WHEN the sons of Villejuive had gone abroad, and during the time that St. Clyde was at Mull, Mon. Villejuive made himself very familiar with Sergeant Macbean, and was delighted with the soldier's accounts of the battles he had been in, and Macbean was as much pleased with him; they became great cronies, and the sergeant would spend whole days with Mon. Villejuive, who, as he was so free as to make Macbean a kind of companion, had the sergeant frequently, nay almost daily, at the caim of St. Clyde to dinner.

The affair of the attack of the robbers upon the sergeant and St. Clyde, Mon. Villejuive would listen to with the deepest attention; and the gasconade of Macbean, in vanquishing the "biggest of the robbers," quite astonished Mon. Villejuive; but the veteran shought little of it, farther than that he certainly was the victor, since the assassin, though armed, was beaten off. And when the sergeant boasted that he had secured one of the pistols the robber fired, Mon. Villejuive wished the sergeant would bring it, that he might see the trophy of this victory; accordingly the sergeant the next day brought it. Mon. Villejuive not only wished, but begged the sergeant would sell it him: Macbean had at first little hesitation about this; but he did not like to part with it, as "his captain had not seen it, for he had kept it in his wallet frae , the time that the villain had it forced

out of his hand," and Macbean, from his strong attachment to the captain, would not, after a good deal of argument, part with it.

He did not know the meaning of "the picture" engraved on the silver plate on the butt end, but he would rather keep it; he might need it in the Highlands, or, if he joined his regiment again, he could keep it in his purse; it might stand him in an affray with the enemy in the place and service of a firelock; and a pistol was an useful thing to a man that only carried a pike and a claymore: he would at all events keep it till St. Clyde came home.

M. Villejuive reasoned with him on the folly of this,

a guinea for it.

when he had offered

The sergeant looked first at the guinea and then at the pistol, and then at the money and again at the pistol, and at last declared he