Six weeks I floated hither and thither before varying winds.

At last one evening I reached this island.

I floated ashore.

And, _enfin, me voila_!" "Then you were a political prisoner only ?" Felix said, politely.
M.Jules Peyron drew himself up with much dignity in his tattered costume.

"Do I look like a card-sharper, monsieur ?" he asked simply, with offended honor.
Felix hastened to reassure him of his perfect confidence.