weary." Finding him to be one of my uncle's flock, I readily did so;
the more that his tone and words betokened honesty.

"Sir, you are doubtless going to join your brother-ministers," said
Joseph. "Have you a passport?"

"I have not, but I hope to get one on the frontier, or find some other
path open to me," said my uncle.

"Let us trust the 'other path' may open, then," said Joseph, "for most
vexatious obstacles are being thrown in the way of our ministers on the
frontier; they are either refused passports altogether, or such as they
are provided with are declared worthless."

"Romilly's passport, then, will be no good," thought I, and I was musing
on the moral advantage to my uncle of his having refused to use it from
the first, when Joseph in alarm cried--

"Hist--I hear some one galloping hard after us. Let us whip on as fast
as we can."

But we had just reached the foot of a heavy ascent, and the pursuer
gained upon us, and presently came up panting.

"Is Minister Chambrun here?" cried he, breathlessly.

"Who are you that ask?" returned I. At the same instant my uncle cried--

"Yes, here I am. What is it?"