"Where is he?"
"I don't know."
"Come, come, let us understand each other," said Chicot.
"There is nothing I should like better," replied Ernanton, with visible impatience, "only let us do so without losing any time."
"The former proprietor was a man between five-and-twenty and thirty years of age, but who looked as if he were forty."
"No; he was a man of about sixty-five or sixty-six years old, who looked his age quite."
"Bald?"
"No, on the contrary, a perfect forest of white hair."
"With an enormous scar on the left side of the head, had he not?"
"I did not observe the scar, but I did a good number of furrows."