He had come over to stay at Nice, and stopped at the Hotel Terminus, a tenth-rate hotel near the station; the proprietor called on him two or three days afterwards and informed him he must leave the hotel, as his room had been let.
"Evidently someone has told him, Frank, who I am.

What am I to do ?" I soon found him a better hotel where he was well treated, but the incident coming on top of the Alexander affair seemed to have frightened him.
"There are too many English on this coast," he said to me one day, "and they are all brutal to me.

I think I should like to go to Italy if you would not mind." "The world is all before you," I replied.

"I shall only be too glad for you to get a comfortable place," and I gave him the money he wanted.

He lingered on at Nice for nearly a week.