'What is your name?'
'Louis Laval,' said I, thinking that it might sound less dangerous in this plebeian form.
'Whither are you going?'
'I wish to reach some shelter.'
'You are from England?'
'I am from the coast.'
He shook his head slowly to show me how little my replies had satisfied him.
'You cannot come in here,' said he.
'But surely—'
'No, no, it is impossible.'