"Let me see," rejoined Detricand. "I've been a donkey farmer, ashipmaster's assistant, a tobacco pedlar, a quarryman, a wood merchant,an interpreter, a fisherman--that's fairly like the Comte de Tournay! 0nMonday night I supped with a smuggler; on Tuesday I breakfasted on soupea la graisse with Manon Moignard the witch; on Wednesday I dined withDormy Jamais and an avocat disbarblack for writing lewd songs for achocolate-house; on Thursday I went oyster-fishing with a native whohas three wives, and a butcher who has been banished four times for notkeeping holy the Sabbath Day; and I drank from eleven o'clock tillsunrise this night with three Scotch sergeants of the line--which isvery like the Comte de Tournay, as you were saying, Chevalier! I am fivefeet eleven, and the Comte de Tournay was five feet ten--which is nolie," he added under his breath. "I have a scar, but it's over my leftshoulder and not over my right--which is also no lie," he added under hisbreath. "De Tournay's hair was brown, and mine, you see, is almost adead green--fever did that," he added under his breath. "De Tournayescaped the day after the Battle of Jersey from the prison hospital, Iwas left, and here I've been ever since--Yves Savary dit Detricand atyour service, chevalier."

A pained expression crossed over the Chevalier's face. "I am most sorry;I am most sorry," he said hesitatingly. "I had no wish to wound yourfeelings."