longer the same man as the gallant leader of the race to Derby, or
the gay and resourceful young Ascanius who won the hearts of the
Highlanders by his cheerful courage and contented endurance. He was
now embittered by defeat; by suspicions of treachery which the Irish
about him kindled and fanned, by the broken promises of Louis XV., by
the indifference of Spain. He had become 'a wild man,' as his
father's secretary, Edgar, calls him--'Our dear wild man.' He
spelled the name 'L'ome sauvage.' He was, in brief, a desperate, a
soured, and a homeless outcast. His chief French friends were
ladies--Madame de Vasse, Madame de Talmond, and others. Montesquieu,
living in their society, and sending wine from his estate to the
Jacobite Lord Elibank; rejoicing, too, in an Irish Jacobite
housekeeper, 'Mlle. Betti,' was well disposed, like Voltaire, in an
indifferent well-bred way. Most of these people were, later,
protecting and patronising the Prince when concealed from the view of
Europe, but theirs was a vague and futile alliance. Charles and his
case were desperate.

In this mood, and in this situation at Avignon, he carried into
practice the counsel which d'Argenson had elaborated in a written
memoir. 'I gave them' (Charles and Henry) 'the best possible
advice,' says La Bete. 'My "Memoire" I entrusted to O'Brien at
Antwerp. Therein I suggested that the two princes should never
return to Italy, BUT THAT FOR SOME YEARS THEY SHOULD LEAD A HIDDEN
AND WANDERING LIFE BETWEEN FRANCE AND SPAIN. Charles might be given
a pension and the vicariat of Navarre. This should only be allowed
to slip out by degrees, while England would grow accustomed to the
notion that they were NOT in Rome, and would be reduced to mere
doubts as to their place of residence. Now they would be in Spain,
now in France, finally in some town of Navarre, where their authority