CHAPTER XXI
[COMPLETES THE JOURNEYINGS OF THIS INCONGRUOUS COUPLE]
M. Fournier received the wanderers with an exuberant welcome. He fell upon Warriner's neck, patted him, and wept over him for joy at his return and for grief at his aged and altered looks. Then he grasped Charnock with both hands. "The deliverer," he cried, "the friend so noble!"
"Yes," said Warriner, pleasantly; "ce bon Charnock, he loves my wife."
Within half-an-hour the two travellers were shaved and clothed in European dress.
"Would anyone know me?" asked Warriner.
"My poor friend, I am afraid not," answered Fournier, and Warriner seemed very well pleased with the answer.
"Then we will go and dine, really and properly dine, at a hotel on champagne wine," said he.
They dined at a window which looked out across the Straits, and all through that dinner Warriner's face darkened and darkened and his gaze was sombrely fixed towards Gibraltar.
"What are your plans?" asked Fournier.