HeturnedtotheMajor，whosefoodplainlystuckinhisthroat。”Now，sir”pursuedtheclerk，”letmehavethepleasuretohearyourvoiceagain。Whereareyougoing，didyousay？””Sare，Iamgo-ingtoLon-don”saidtheMajor。
Icouldhaveflungmyplateathimtobesuchanass，andtohavesolittleagiftoflanguageswherethatwastheessential。”Whatthinkyeofthat？”saidtheclerk。”IsthatFrenchenough？””GoodGod！”criedI，leapinguplikeonewhoshouldsuddenlyperceiveanacquaintance，”isthisyou，Mr。Dubois？Why，whowouldhavedreamedofencounteringyousofarfromhome？”AsIspoke，I
shookhandswiththeMajorheartily；andturningtoourtormentor，”Oh，sir，youmaybeperfectlyreassured！Thisisaveryhonestfellow，alateneighbourofmineinthecityofCarlisle。”
Ithoughttheattorneylookedputout；Ilittleknewtheman！”ButheisFrench”saidhe，”forallthat？””Ay，tobesure！”saidI。”AFrenchmanoftheemigration！NoneofyourBuonapartelot。Iwillwarranthisviewsofpoliticstobeassoundasyourown。””Whatisalittlestrange”saidtheclerkquietly，”isthatMr。
Duboisshoulddenyit。”