He ordered refreshments with the air of a man who was performing a melancholy duty to himself, in the name of humanity.
"When I think of my speech," he said, at supper, "my heart bleeds for the people.

In a few hours more, they will assemble in their thousands, eager to hear me.

And what will they see?
Joskin in my place! Joskin with a manuscript in his hand! Joskin, who drops his voice at the ends of his sentences! I will never forgive Charlotte.

Waiter, another glass of brandy and water." After an unusually quick passage across the Channel, the travelers landed on the French coast, before the defeated spy had returned from London to Dartford by stage-coach.

Continuing their journey by post as far as Amiens, they reached that city in time to take their places by the diligence to Paris.
Arrived in Paris, they encountered another incomprehensible proceeding on the part of Captain Bervie.
Among the persons assembled in the yard to see the arrival of the diligence was a man with a morsel of paper in his hand, evidently on the lookout for some person whom he expected to discover among the travelers.