"Very fair."
"Large blue eyes?"
"Very large, very blue."
"Is he here?"
"He is here."
"And you say that he is—"
"Disguised as a woman, the rascal,—as you are as a man, slyboots."
"Why is he here, pray?" cried the young man, vehemently, and with evident distress, which increased perceptibly as Cauvignac assumed a more serious tone, and became more sparing of his words.
"Why," he replied, enunciating every syllable with great distinctness, "he claims to have an appointment with one of his friends."