The sailor put down the trunk, pocketed the coin Harry gave him, and with a "Good luck, young master!" went out, taking with him, as Harry felt, the last link to England.

He turned and followed the landlord.

The latter mounted a flight of stairs, knocked at a door, and opened it.
"A young gentleman desires to see M.du Tillet," he said, and Harry entered.
A tall, big man, whose proportions at once disappointed Harry's preconceived notions as to the smallness and leanness of Frenchmen, rose from the table at which he was writing.
"Monsieur--Sandwith ?" he said interrogatively.

"I am glad to see you." Harry did not understand the latter portion of the remark, but he caught the sound of his name.
"That's all right," he said nodding.

"How do you do, M.du Tillet ?" The French gentleman bowed; Harry bowed; and then they looked at each other.