“Some spectral-looking person, a mere shadow; an unhappy, dying man.”
“Nothing of the kind—as brisk and vigorous a young fellow as ever lived.”
“Melancholy and ill-tempered, then?”
“Not at all; very gay and lively.”
“Nonsense; you are joking.”
“Will you follow me?” said Baisemeaux.
“What for?”
“To go the round of the Bastile.”
“Why?”
“You will then see for yourself—see with your own eyes.”