"'Sh!" he added in a loud mock whisper, "here he comes now.

Milles diables, but here's a tongue for you, and here's a royal gentleman speaking truth like a travelling dentist!" Carterette followed his gesture and saw coming out of the Route es Couochons, where the brave Peirson issued to his death eleven years before, Maitre Ranulph's father.
He walked with the air of a man courting observation.

He imagined himself a hero; he had told his lie so many times now that he almost believed it himself.
He was soon surrounded.

Disliked when he lived in Jersey before the invasion years ago, that seemed forgotten now; for word had gone abroad that he was a patriot raised from the dead, an honour to his country.
Many pressed forward to shake hands with him.
"Help of heaven, is that you, m'sieu' ?" asked one.

"You owed me five chelins, but I wiped it out, O my good!" cried another generously.
"Shaken," cried a tall tarter holding out his hand.