before from somewhat kindred and hearty spirits, and had learned from sad experience that nothing ever came of their good-will.
Following the old man, the father and son were soon in the presence of Lucien, who received them, as may well be believed, with a full heart.
"God bless you, my son," said Francisco, "for well assured am I that it is through your influence that we are here."
"It is through the influence of the British consul," replied Lucien.
"Well, I pray for a blessing on you both, for it is useless to tell me that you have had no hand in it."
"I do not say that I had no hand in it. On the contrary, I wrote out the order for your acquittal; and," added Lucien, with a peculiar smile, "I also had previously written out your and Mariano's death-warrant!"
"You are jesting, lad," said Francisco.
"Indeed, I am not," returned Lucien, relating the circumstances of the whole matter to his astonished and somewhat horrified auditors.
"And now," he continued, "I must let you know your destination. Don't be disappointed. You must remember that we are slaves, and have just been delivered from the Bagnio. The Dey seems to have taken a fancy for me—"
