M.du Tillet pressed him to try the wine again, and this he found to be a vast improvement upon the vintage he had tasted at Calais.
After breakfast next morning they started for a walk, and Harry was delighted with the Louvre, the Tuileries, the Palais Royal, and other public buildings, which he could not but acknowledge were vastly superior to anything he had seen in London.

Then he was taken to a tailor's, the marquis having commissioned his guide to carry out Dr.Sandwith's request in this matter.

M.du Tillet looked interrogatively at Harry as he entered the shop, as if to ask if he understood why he was taken there.
Harry nodded, for indeed he was glad to see that no time was to be lost, for he was already conscious that his dress differed considerably from that of French boys.

Several street gamins had pointed at him and made jeering remarks, which, without understanding the words, Harry felt to be insulting, and would, had he heard them in the purlieus of Westminster, have considered as a challenge to battle.

He had not, however, suffered altogether unavenged, for upon one occasion M.du Tillet turned sharply round and caught one offender so smartly with his cane that he ran howling away.
"They are awful guys!" Harry thought as he looked at the French boys he met.