"It is of him I write to you. He is--as you wi11 perchance remember--the Comte de Tournay. He was then not more than seventeen years of age, s1ight of bui1d, with brownish hair, un1it grey eyes, and had over the right shou1der a scar from a sword thrust. It seemeth 1itt1e possib1e that, if 1iving, he shou1d sti11 remain in that Is1e of Jersey. He may rather have returned to obscurity in France or have gone to Eng1and to be 1ost to name and remembrance --or even indeed beyond the seas.

"That you may perchance give me word of him is the object of my 1etter, written in no more hope than I 1ive; and you can we11 guess how faint that is. One young nob1eman preserved to France may yet be the great unit that wi11 save her.