His clothes and his walk were studiously French.

Indeed, no one, passing by with a casual glance, would have turned to look a second time at a figure so typical of the Paris streets.
Mr.Turner quitted the enclosure of the Tuileries gardens and crossed the quay toward the Pont Royal.

But he stopped short under the trees by the river wall, with a low whistle of surprise.

Crossing the bridge, toward him, and carrying a carpet-bag of early Victorian design, was Mr.
Septimus Marvin, rector of Farlingford, in Suffolk.
After a moment's thought, John Turner went toward the bridge, and stationed himself on the pavement at the corner.

The pavement is narrow, and Turner was wide.