"Oh! oh!" Porcher began. "You are not going to say anything against M. Mélesville to me, are you?"
"Heaven forbid, monsieur; no! I have only seen M. Mélesville once or twice, I believe, at the most: he is a man of about thirty-five, is he not?"
"Yes."
"Dark and thin?"
"Yes."
"Always laughing?"
"Yes."
"With a splendid set of teeth?"
"That is he."
"Well, M. Mélesville is a man of infinite genius."