Portugais left the room, and when he came back, Charley was dressed in the suit of grey fulled cloth.

It was loose, but comfortable, and save for the refined face--on which a beard was growing now--and the eye-glass, he might easily have passed for a farmer.

When he put on the dog-skin fur cap and a small muffler round his neck, it was the costume of the habitant complete.
Yet it was no disguise, for it was part of the life that Charles Mallard, once Charley Steele, should lead henceforth.
He turned to the door and opened it.

"Good-bye, Portugais," he said.
Jo was startled.

"Where are you going, M'sieu' ?" "To the village." "What to do, M'sieu' ?" "Who knows ?" "You will come back ?" Jo asked anxiously.
"Before sundown, Jo.