"The handsome youth stood before me like a prophet, and I enthusiastically exclaimed:
"'Whatever I can do to assist your plans shall be done. Tell me your name, and I will fill out your passport.'
"'I am the Rajah Siwadji Daola,' he said.
"'And your sister?' I asked; 'is she free, too?'
"'No; but she soon will be. A prince of the Mahrattas followed Naya to England; he loves her, and will soon bring her to France.'
"'To France? Have they a place to go to here?' I eagerly asked.
"'Let my sister and her husband find protection in your house,' he simply said, 'and the gods will reward you.'
"I hesitated for a moment, and then I cordially answered:
"'Let it be as you say—my house shall be open to your sister!'