128 A JACOBITE EXILE

The doctor did not reply, but Michaeloff said quietly,
“‘He arrived this afternoon.”

“He did!” Charlie exclaimed excitedly. “Why did
you not tell me before, Dr. Kelly? Has he been asked
about my exchange, and is the Swedish officer still here?”

“He is here, and you will be exchanged in the morning.
I have other things to see about now, and must say good-
night; and if you should ever fall into the hands of our
people again, and Dr. Kelly does not happen to be near, ask
for Peter Michaeloff, and he will do all he can for you.”

“Then I am really to be exchanged to-morrow, doctor?”
Charlie said as Dr. Michaeloff left the room.

“Tt seems like it.”

“But did not you know?”

“No, I had heard nothing for certain. J knew the czar
had come, but I had not heard of his decision. I congratu-
late you.”

“Tt is a piece of luck,” Charlie said. “I thought it
might be months before there was an exchange. It is very
good of the king to send over so quickly.”

“Yes; and of the czar to let you go.”

“Well, I don’t see much in that, doctor, considering that
he gets a captain in exchange for me; still, of course, he
might have refused. It would not have been civil, but he
might have done it.”

“What did you think of my friend, Charlie?”

“T like him; he has a pleasant face, though I should
think he has got a temper of his own. He has a splendid
figure, and looks more like a fighting man than a doctor.
I will write down his name so as not to forget it, as he says
he might be able to help me if I am ever taken prisoner
again and you did not happen to be with the army. It is
always nice having a friend; look at the difference it has
made to me finding a countryman here.”

“Yes, you may find it useful, Carstairs; and he has a