position in Manchester; John Stuart Mill had been dipped in red ink, and apparently stood for Marshal Saxe.

‘Louis orders his troops to surround the Young Women’s Christian Association and seize the lot of them. “Once back at the Louvre and the girls are mine,” he exclaims. We must use Mrs Hemans again for one of the girls; she says “Never,” and stabs Marshal Saxe to the heart.’

‘He bleeds dreadfully,’ exclaimed Bertie, splashing red ink liberally over the facade of the Association building.

‘The soldiers rush in and avenge his death with the utmost savagery. A hundred girls are killed’—here Bertie emptied the remainder of the red ink over the devoted building—’ and the surviving five hundred are dragged off to the French ships. “I have lost a Marshal,” says Louis, “but I do not go back empty- handed.” ’

Harvey stole away from the room, and sought out his sister.

‘Eleanor,’ he said, ‘the experiment—’

‘Yes?’

‘Has failed. We have begun too late.’