"I will go round to the hospital, and say goodbye to Henri and Jacques. They will feel being left behind, sorely."
After visiting his wounded followers, he went to the house occupied by the Prince of Navarre, where Francois also was lodged.
"So I hear you are off again, Philip," the latter said; as his cousin entered the salon where two or three of the prince's companions were sitting. "I should feel envious of you, were it not that we also are on the point of starting."
"How did you know I was going off, Francois?"
"The prince told me, half an hour since. He heard it from the Admiral. He told me he wished he was going with you, instead of with the army. He is always thirsting after adventure. He bade me bring you in to him, if you came. I said you would be sure to do so. It was useless my going out to look for you, as I could not tell what you might have to do before starting."
The young prince threw aside the book he was reading, when they entered.
"Ah, monsieur the Englishman," he said; "so you are off again, like a veritable knight-errant of romance, in search of fresh adventure."
"No, sir, my search will be to avoid adventure."
"Ah, well, you are sure to find some, whether or not. Sapristie, but it is annoying to be born a prince."
"It has its advantages also, sir," Philip said, smiling.