He looks at the bill outside.

There is no train for full two hours; and he throws himself, worn out with fatigue, upon the doorstep.
Now a new terror seizes him.

Has he money enough to reach London?
Has he his purse at all?
Too dreadful to find himself stopped short, on the very brink of deliverance! A cold perspiration breaks from his forehead, as he feels in every pocket.

Yes, his purse is there: but he turns sick as he opens it, and dare hardly look.

Hurrah! Five pounds, six--eight! That will take him as far as Paris.