“ Monsieur est voyageur? ” he asked.

And the Arethusa , strong in his innocence, forgetful of his vile attire, replied⁠—I had almost said with gaiety: “So it would appear.”

“His papers are in order?” said the gendarme. And when the Arethusa , with a slight change of voice, admitted he had none, he was informed (politely enough) that he must appear before the Commissary.