"But Nelson is away in the Mediterranean, isn't he? He can't be everywhere at once, Jack."
"And every one can't be a Nelson, but we can do our best."
"I wonder where Boney would think of landing. Somewhere west, not Pevensey like the Conqueror: too near London. The Conqueror sailed from Boulogne, didn't he?"
"Don't think so, cousin: Boulogne isn't in Normandy."
"Still, I'm pretty sure it was Boulogne. Monsieur will know. We'll ask him."
"I'll go and find him; hope I shan't interrupt his flow of poetry."
Jack hurried off, and learned that the tutor had gone out some little time before.
"He said he were gwine fur a promenade," said the servant whom Jack asked.
"Which way did he go?"
"Down along by Congleton's Hollow, sir."