"This very night,—this very hour; you must give me what I need to write to my valet de chambre, my waiting man will take it to him, and will return with all I shall want and my carriage, for it is important that you should have your carriage and I should have mine."
"Ah, come, now, are you speaking seriously?"
"Give me a chance to write, and you shall soon find out."
And in a few moments Lord Falmouth had written his letter, and one of his men had started off with it.
"But," said I, "my clothes—my trunks?"
"If you will take my advice you will only carry with you the necessary linen for your voyage."
"But how long is that journey to be? What road do we take?"
"The road to Marseilles."
"Are we going to Marseilles?"
"Not exactly, but to a little port which is near that city."