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and at the dialogue in dog French which took place 

 between me and a not altogether sober emissary of the 

 duck's owner. " Qui est le proprie"taire du mechant 

 chien?" "Moi." "II faut payer." " C'est juste." 

 And then, when ransom had been duly offered and 

 accepted, at the tough old duck running away appar- 

 ently none the worse, and the joyful comment, " II vit 

 encore." I well remember the pencil sketch he drew 

 of the incident, but it has unfortunately disappeared ; 

 however I still possess, and value as one of my most 

 treasured possessions, an admirable imaginary portrait 

 of the Seigneur of Sark as he expected to find him, 

 contrasted with the real Seigneur offering him a cup of 

 tea. The mildness in the second sketch is exaggerated 

 in order to heighten the contrast with the bronzed 

 buccaneer with cocked hat, high boots, belted dagger, 

 and bell-mouthed pistol who is truculently consigning 

 his visitor "a la donjon." I framed the two with the 

 visiting card of " The Seigneur of Sark" below them, 

 and I am sure they would heartily amuse their sup- 

 posed model if he could see them. My son has also 

 preserved two "lightning sketches" made in the 

 course of a game we played one evening after dinner 

 at the hotel. Each of the party was to draw some 

 well-known incident of history or fiction. Frank 

 Lockwood's contributions were Sir Walter Raleigh 

 spreading his cloak at the feet of Queen Elizabeth, and 

 Gilliat's fight with the devil-fish. I think the first 

 of the two was intended to bear some resemblance to 

 a statesman of the present generation. 



Frank and I had been thrown much together, 

 having been constant companions and friends from 

 the day when we commenced our careers at the Bar 



