"Her husband is a sailor, and she is to join him at Toulon." "I see the resemblance," the landlord said.

"It is a long journey indeed for her, and with a child under two years old, and in such weather.
"But you forget that such a place as Toulon no longer exists.

It has been decreed that the town that received the English and resisted the Republic is to be altogether destroyed, except of course the arsenal, and is henceforth to be known as 'the town without a name.'" The tone, rather than the words, convinced Leigh that his host was not an admirer of the present state of things.

Leigh shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said, with a smile: "Perhaps France will change her own name.

Surely a Republic cannot put up with the name that has been associated, for centuries, with kings." The landlord brought his hand down, with a heavy smack, on Leigh's shoulder.
"Ah," he said, "I see that you are too young, as I am too old, to care for the present changes.