“The boatman is headed towards the usual landing-place; and the captain’s boat is there, waiting for him.” “I don’t see that we can help ourselves,” replied his lordship. “Tell the fellow to pull us to some other place!” persisted Gregory, in mortal terror lest Raymond should discover him when he went on shore. “But you can’t land anywhere else; the custom-house blackguards will have to overhaul the luggage, don’t you know?” There was no help for it, and Gregory had to submit to the course of events. But Lord Fillgrove volunteered to do all the talking, and suggested that his companion should pretend to have the toothache, or the ague, or something of that sort. The boat carried them to the usual landing-place; and the boatman handed the baggage out upon the mole. The custom-house officers were very indulgent, and did not detain them beyond a few moments. The captain’s boat was lying near the shore, and Raymond sat in the stern-sheets. He could not help seeing the passengers; and his lordship waved his adieus; but the fourth officer of the Ville d’Angers did not seem to be satisfied with this parting, and ordered the bowman to pull the boat in to the shore. The officer landed, and seized the hand of Lord Fillgrove. “I am sorry you are going to leave us,” said he. “And Sir Philip and I have shed tears at the necessity of saying good-by to you,” gushed his lordship. “But what is the matter with Sir Philip?” asked Raymond, wondering that he was so distant and unsocial, when they had been on excellent terms on board of the steamer. “You must excuse Sir Philip, for he is in terrible agony with a toothache which has just seized him. He is in such pain, that he can’t open his mouth,” replied Lord Fillgrove. With one hand on his jaw, Gregory extended the other to Raymond, who warmly pressed it. “I am sorry you are in such pain, Sir Philip; but I know what the toothache is, and I will not detain you a moment,” added Raymond, shaking the hand he held again. Gregory hastened away, holding on to his jaw, and groaning audibly to heighten the deception; and, though Raymond had the credit of being a sharp officer, he did not suspect any thing wrong about the passengers. His lordship called a porter (or, rather, he selected one from a dozen who had called themselves), and directed the luggage to be carried to the principal hotel. In a few moments he overtook his companion, who had turned down the collar of his mackintosh, for he had suddenly recovered from his toothache, and seemed to be in good spirits for one who had been such a recent sufferer. “That was cleverly done,” chuckled his lordship, as they followed the porter to the hotel. “Nothing could have been better done; no Yankee could have managed it more neatly,” replied Gregory. “No, I should say not! If that was a Yankee trick, we Britishers can play a good game at it,” said Lord Fillgrove, laughing.