"You are en route for America? So am I—we will be comrades," quoth the chevalier.
"With all my heart! Yes, I go to join the army. I shall either find fame or death in the American war."
"Bah! I go to court the jade Fortune. She has jilted me of late. I would feed my wrinkled purse with American dollars, ma foi! that purse is famishing just now."
"You are not pure French?" demanded the captain.
"Mon Dieu! no," rasped monsieur, with a shrug. "I am cosmopolite, yes."
"Where is your birthplace?"
"The Hungary, mon ami. Have been in Vienna, in Geneva, in Turin, and for the rest—everywheres."
"You omit England?"
"Ah, I did not live in England. I saw it, no more."
"Yet you speak English well."