There are so many queer characters about," said M.Malfait; and then, "Will M'sieur have something to eat?
A little refreshment, a bottle of lemonade, or of pale ale?
We have splendid Bass's ale," he said, solicitously.
But the Englishman shook his head, smiling.

"Oh, no," he said slowly, in his bad French, "I dined in Paris.

All I need now is a good night's rest." "And that M'sieur will certainly have," said the landlord civilly.
"Lacville is famous for its sleep-producing qualities.

That is why so many Parisians content themselves with coming here instead of going further afield." They were walking through the lower part of the house, and then suddenly M.Malfait exclaimed, "I was forgetting the bath-room! I know how important to English gentlemen the bath-room is!" The pleasant vista of a good hot bath floated before Chester's weary brain and body.

Really the house was not as primitive as he had thought it when he had seen the landlord come forward with a candle.
M.Malfait turned round and flung open a door.
"It was an idea of my wife's," he said proudly.