CHAPTER XVII

THE ELOQUENT DEAD _"Je connaissais Manon: pourquoi m'affliger tant d'un_ _malheur que j'avais dû prévoir."_ MANON LESCAUT The gale had blown itself out into a wonderful fresh day, with clear spaces of sky, and a high wind rolling boulders of cumulus down the blue slopes of air. The prisoner had been wrangling for an hour with his advisers when finally they came into court, and even Sir Impey's classical face showed flushed between the wings of …