"Impossible! I know no one in France." "This is not a Frenchman.

He is named Bailey, an American, I believe." "Bailey ?" Mrs.Costello repeated, terrified.

"Surely he is not here ?" "There is a man of that name here--a miserable ruined gambler, who says that he knows Moose Island, and once travelled in Europe with a party of Indians." "And what is he doing now ?" "Nothing.

He is the most wretched, squalid object you can imagine.

He came to me this morning to ask for the loan of a few francs.