particular, was a quiet little place of surpassing beauty,
frequented by a few French and English people, most of whom were
there on account of some delicate member of their families. We
went there solely because my sister, Lady Mount Edgcumbe, had
already been attacked by lung-disease, and to prolong her life it
was absolutely necessary for her to winter in a warm climate. Lord
Brougham, the ex-Lord Chancellor, had virtually created Cannes, as
far as English people were concerned, and the few hotels there
were still unpretentious and comfortable.

Amongst the French boys of our own age with whom we played daily
was Antoine de Mores, eldest son of the Duc de Vallombrosa. Later
on in life the Marquis de Mores became a fanatical Anglophobe, and
he lost his life leading an army of irregular Arab cavalry against
the British forces in the Sudan; murdered, if I remember rightly,
by his own men. Most regretfully do I attribute Antoine de Mores'
violent Anglophobia to the very rude things I and my brother were
in the habit of saying to him when we quarrelled, which happened
on an average about four times a day.

The favourite game of these French boys was something like our
"King of the Castle," only that the victor had to plant his flag
on the summit of the "Castle." Amongst our young friends were the
two sons of the Duc Des Cars, a strong Legitimist, the Vallombrosa
boy's family being Bonapartists. So whilst my brother and I
naturally carried "Union Jacks," young Antoine de Mores had a
tricolour, but the two Des Cars boys carried white silk flags,
with a microscopic border of blue and red ribbon running down
either side. One day, as boys will do, we marched through the town
in procession with our flags, when the police stopped us and