Lucien was soon rigged out in a suit of quiet but respectable garments, and, putting his sailor suit into his bag, they went on. They looked about for a considerable time before they found a suitable lodging, but at last they came upon a French hotel. Entering, Will asked in French for two rooms. They were at once accommodated, and after washing and dressing they went down to the coffee-room, where several French gentlemen were breakfasting. It had been arranged that Will should say that they were two emigrants who had just effected their escape from France. The next day they took the coach to Weymouth, the port from which at that time communication was kept open with France by means of smugglers and men who made a business of aiding the French emigrants who wanted to escape, or the Royalists who went backwards and forwards trying to get up a movement against the Republic. On making enquiries they heard of a man who had a very fast little vessel, and they at once looked him up. “This gentleman wants to go across,” Will said. “What would you do it for?” “It depends whether he will wait till I get some more passengers or not.” “He is pressed for time,” Will said; “what will you run him over for alone?” “Fifty pounds,” the man said. Will thought it advisable not to appear to jump at the offer. “That is rather stiff,” he said; “I should think thirty-five would be ample.” “It seems a good sum,” the man said; “but you see there are dangers. I might be overhauled by a British cruiser.” “You might,” Will said; “but when they learned your business they would not interfere with you.” “Then there are the port authorities,” the man said. “Yes, but a few francs would prevent them from asking inconvenient questions. Besides, my friend is not a royalist, he is only going over to see his friends.” “Well, we will say thirty-five,” the man said with a smile. “When will you want to start?” “He doesn’t care whether he sails this evening or to-morrow morning.” “Well, we will say to-morrow morning at daybreak.” “Where will you land him?” “At Cherbourg or one of the villages near; most likely at Cherbourg if the coast is clear, for I have friends there who work with me.” They went to an hotel for the night. In the morning Will gave Lucien a small package containing a very handsome gold watch and chain which he had bought in London. “Give this to Marie from me,” he said; “I promised that she should have one for her wedding-day. Here are a thousand francs of French money, which will carry you comfortably from Cherbourg to Verdun and give you a bit of a start there. No, you need not refuse it, I am a rich man, and can afford it without in the least hurting myself. Give my love to Marie,” he said, “and tell her that I shall never forget her kindness.”