As soon as I judged it safe, and that was not before Burchell Fenn had talked himself back into his breath and a complete good humour, I proposed he should introduce me to the French officers, henceforth to become my fellow-passengers.

There were two of them, it appeared, and my heart beat as I approached the door.

The specimen of Perfidious Albion whom I had just been studying gave me the stronger zest for my fellow-countrymen.

I could have embraced them; I could have wept on their necks.

And all the time I was going to a disappointment.
It was in a spacious and low room, with an outlook on the court, that I found them bestowed.