"To Paris, sir."
"By Calais?"
"No, sir; by Boulogne"—
"C'est bon; quel age avez vous. What old, ma belle?"
"Nineteen, sir, in June."
"And are you alone, quite, eh?"
"No, sir, my little girl."
"Ah! your leetel girl—c'est fort bien—je m'appercois; and your name?"
"Fanny Linwood, sir."
"C'est fini, ma chere, Mademoiselle Fanni Linwood," said the old man, as he wrote down the name.