"For I suppose everybody in Farlingford knows why we are here.

He does not seem very anxious to seek his fortune in France." "No," answered Clubbe, lifting his stony face to the sky and studying the little clouds that hovered overhead awaiting the moon.

"No--you are right." Then he turned with a jerk of the head and left them.

The Marquis de Gemosac watched him depart, and made a gesture toward the darkness of the night, into which he had vanished, indicative of a great despair.
"But," he exclaimed, "they are of a placidity--these English.

There is nothing to be done with them, my friend, nothing to be done with such men as that.