CHAPTER III.
On the evening of the day on which he left home, Eusebe arrived at the railroad-depot. He approached the ticket-office, and said to the agent,—
“I want to go to Paris.”
“Which class car do you wish, sir?”
“The best.”
“Fifty-four francs,” replied the agent.
Eusebe handed him three louis, and received six francs in return.
“There,” thought Eusebe, “is a clever fellow: it did not take him a minute to tell how much was coming to me.”