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urnal。 Money only was I permitted to retain。
Quite by the way； but adding greatly to my discomfort； was the fact that since leaving Prague； where I had relinquished everything I could dispense with； I had had much night travelling amongst native passengers； who so valued cleanliness that they economised it with religious care。 By the time I reached Warsaw； I may say； without metonymy； that I was itching （all over） for a bath and a change of linen。 My irritation； indeed； was at its height。 But there was no appeal； and on my arrival I was haled before the authorities。
Again； their head was a general officer； though not the least like my portly friend at Vienna。 His business was to sit in judgment upon delinquents such as I。 He was a spare； austere man； surrounded by a sharp…looking aide…de…camp； several clerks in uniform； and two or three men in mufti； whom I took to be detectives。 The inspector who arrested me was present with my open despatch…box and journal。 The journal he handed to the aide； who began at once to look it through while his chief was disposing of another case。
To be suspected and dragged before this tribunal was； for the time being （as I afterwards learnt） almost tantamount to condemnation。 As soon as the General had sentenced my predecessor； I was accosted as a self…convicted criminal。 Fortunately he spoke French like a Frenchman； and； as it presently appeared； a few words of English。
'What country do you belong to？' he asked； as if the question was but a matter of form； put for decency's sake … a mere prelude to committal。
'England； of course； you can see that by my passport。' I was determined to fence him with his own weapons。 Indeed； in those innocent days of my youth； I enjoyed a genuine British contempt for foreigners … in the lump … which； after all； is about as impartial a sentiment as its converse； that one's own country is always in the wrong。
'Where did you get it？' （with a face of stone）。
PRISONER （NAIVELY）： 'Where did I get it？ I do not follow you。' （Don't forget； please； that said prisoner's apparel was unvaleted； his hands unwashed； his linen unchanged； his hair unkempt； and his face unshaven）。
GENERAL （stonily）： '〃Where did you get it？〃 was my question。'
PRISONER （quietly）： 'From Lord Palmerston。'
GENERAL （glancing at that Minister's signature）： 'It says here； 〃et son domestique〃 … you have no domestique。'
PRISONER （calmly）： 'Pardon me； I have a domestic。'
GENERAL （with severity）； 'Where is he？'
PRISONER： 'At Dresden by this time； I hope。'
GENERAL （receiving journal from aide…de…camp； who points to a certain page）： 'You state here you were caught by the Austrians in a pretended escape from the Viennese insurgents； and add； 〃They evidently took me for a spy〃 ＇returning journal to aide＇。 What is your explanation of this？'
PRISONER （shrugging shoulders disdainfully）： 'In the first place； the word 〃pretended〃 is not in my journal。 In the second； although of course it does not follow； if one takes another person for a man of sagacity or a gentleman … it does not follow that he is either … still； when … '
GENERAL （with signs of impatience）： 'I have here a PASSIERSCHEIN； found amongst your papers and signed by the rebels。 They would not have given you this； had you not been on friendly terms with them。 You will be detained until I have further particulars。'
PRISONER （angrily）： 'I will assist you； through Her Britannic Majesty's Consul； with whom I claim the right to communicate。 I beg to inform you that I am neither a spy nor a socialist； but the son of an English peer' （heaven help the relevancy！）。 'An Englishman has yet to learn that Lord Palmerston's signature is to be set at naught and treated with contumacy。'
The General beckoned to the inspector to put an end to the proceedings。 But the aide； who had been studying the journal； again placed it in his chief's hands。 A colloquy ensued； in which I overheard the name of Lord Ponsonby。 The enemy seemed to waver； so I charged with a renewed request to see the English Consul。 A pause； then some remarks in Russian from the aide； then the GENERAL （in suaver tones）： 'The English Consul； I find； is absent on a month's leave。 If what you state is true； you acted unadvisedly in not having your passport altered and REVISE when you parted with your servant。 How long do you wish to remain here？'
Said I； 'Vous avez bien raison； Monsieur。 Je suis evidemment dans mon tort。 Ma visite a Varsovie etait une aberration。 As to my stay； je suis deja tout ce qu'il y a de plus ennuye。 I have seen enough of Warsaw to last for the rest of my days。'
Eventually my portmanteau and despatch…box were restored to me； and I took up my quarters in the filthiest inn （there was no better； I believe） that it was ever my misfortune to lodge at。 It was ancient； dark； dirty； and dismal。 My sitting… room （I had a cupboard besides to sleep in） had but one window； looking into a gloomy courtyard。 The furniture consisted of two wooden chairs and a spavined horsehair sofa。 The ceiling was low and lamp…blacked； the stained paper fell in strips from the sweating walls； fortunately there was no carpet； but if anything could have added to the occupier's depression it was the sight of his own distorted features in a shattered glass； which seemed to watch him like a detective and take notes of his movements … a real Russian mirror。
But the resources of one…and…twenty are not easily daunted； even by the presence of the CIMEX LECTULARIUS or the PULEX IRRITANS。 I inquired for a LAQUAIS DE PLACE； … some human being to consort with was the most pressing of immediate wants。 As luck would have it； the very article was in the dreary courtyard； lurking spider…like for the innocent traveller just arrived。 Elective affinity brought us at once to friendly intercourse。 He was of the Hebrew race； as the larger half of the Warsaw population still are。 He was a typical Jew （all Jews are typical）； though all are not so thin as was Beninsky。 His eyes were sunk in sockets deepened by the sharpness of his bird…of…prey beak； a single corkscrew ringlet dropped tearfully down each cheek； and his one front tooth seemed sometimes in his upper； sometimes in his lower jaw。 His skull…cap and his gabardine might have been heirlooms from the Patriarch Jacob； and his poor hands seemed made for clawing。 But there was a humble and contrite spirit in his sad eyes。 The history of his race was written in them； but it was modern history that one read in their hopeless and appealing look。
His cringing manner and his soft voice （we conversed in German） touched my heart。 I have always had a liking for the Jews。 Who shall reckon how much some of us owe them！ They have always interested me as a peculiar people … admitting sometimes； as in poor Beninsky's case； of purifying； no doubt； yet； if occasionally zealous （and who is not？） of interested works … cent。 per cent。 works； often … yes； more often than we Christians … zealous of good works； of open… handed； large…hearted munificence； of charity in its democratic and noblest sense。 Sham