I had forgotten it; but I knew that it was opposite the railway station, and that was enough. When we arrived, I was on the verge of insensibility. I remember that I was led up-stairs by two waiters, and that the stranger saw me to my room. Then all was darkness and stupor.
CHAPTER X.
THE NEXT MORNING.
"Oh, my Christian ducats!" Merchant of Venice.
Gone!--gone!--both gone!--my new gold watch and my purse full of notes and Napoleons!
I rang the bell furiously. It was answered by a demure-looking waiter, with a face like a parroquet.
"Does Monsieur please to require anything?"
"Require anything!" I exclaimed, in the best French I could muster. "I have been robbed!"
"Robbed, Monsieur?"