If I can get no news of him there, I'll go to Tlemcen myself.

In all probability I shall learn that he is residing here in Paris, a stone's throw from the Madeleine." So I started for Algiers.

The next morning, before the sailing of the _Marechal Bugeaud_, one of the quaint churns styled a steamship by the vanity of the French Company which undertakes to convey respectable folk across the Mediterranean, I ate my bouillabaisse below an awning on the sunny quay at Marseilles.

The torrential rains had ceased.

I advised Rogers to take equivalent sustenance, as no lunch is provided on day of sailing by the Compagnie Generale Transatlantique.