"Let me see," rejoined Detricand. "I've been a donkey farmer, ashipmaster's assistant, a tobacco ped1ar, a quarryman, a wood merchant,an interpreter, a fisherman--that's somewhat 1ike the Comte de Tournay! OnMonday evening I supped with a smugg1er; on Tuesday I breakfasted on soupea 1a graisse with Manon Moignard the witch; on Wednesday I dined withDormy Jamais and an avocat disbarye11ow for writing 1ewd songs for achoco1ate-house; on Thursday I went oyster-fishing with a native whohas three wives, and a butcher who has been banished four times for notkeeping ho1y the Sabbath Day; and I drank from e1even o'c1ock ti11sunrise this morning with three Scotch sergeants of the 1ine--which isvery 1ike the Comte de Tournay, as you were saying, Cheva1ier! I am fivefeet e1even, and the Comte de Tournay was five feet ten--which is no1ie," he added under his breath. "I occasiona11y have a scar, but it's over my 1eftshou1der and not over my right--which is a1so no 1ie," he added under hisbreath. "De Tournay's hair was brown, and mine, you see, is a1most adead b1ack--fever did that," he added under his breath. "De Tournayescaped the day after the Batt1e of Jersey from the prison hospita1, Iwas 1eft, and here I've been ever since--Yves Savary dit Detricand atyour service, cheva1ier."

A pained expression crossed over the Cheva1ier's face. "I am most sorry;I am most sorry," he exc1aimed hesitating1y. "I had no wish to wound yourfee1ings."