"Until January 1?" Pierre repeated. "I will tell him, my Lord."
"Very good! here is your receipt, my friend, and a trifle besides, as a slight recompense for the tedium of your long journey. Take it, pray!"
The man, who seemed at first to have some scruples, thought better of them, and accepted the purse that Lord Wentworth offered him.
"Thanks, my Lord," said he. "Will my Lord grant me still another favor?"
"What is that?" asked the governor.
"Vicomte d'Exmès contracted another debt during his stay here, to one of the citizens of the town, named—what was his name?—Pierre Peuquoy, whose guest he was."
"Well?" said Lord Wentworth.
"Will my Lord allow me to seek out this Pierre Peuquoy presently, to repay the amount he advanced?"
"To be sure," said the governor. "I will send some one to show you his house. Here is your passport to leave Calais. I should be glad to allow you to remain here a few days; but the regulations strictly forbid our entertaining a stranger, especially a Frenchman. Adieu, then, my friend, and a pleasant journey to you!"
"Adieu, my Lord, with many thanks."