"There is nothing that is happening, ain't it?" remarked Barboux, who always rendered n'est ce pas in this literal fashion.
"Apparently not," Humphrey agreed, glancing through the proofs. "When do they expect the verdict in the Hanon case?"
Barboux touched a bell. A young man appeared. His hair was fair and long, his clothes were faultless to the crease in the trousers turned up in the English style over patent-leather shoes with the laces tied in big bows. Barboux introduced him: "M. Charnac will tell you about the Hanon case."
The young man bowed in a charming manner, and spoke in a soft, delicious French, with a voice that was charged with courtesy and kindness.
"They do not expect a verdict to-night, m'sieu. The court has adjourned. I've just had the finish of our correspondent's message."
"Merci," said Humphrey.
"Pas de quoi," said Charnac, bowing.
Humphrey rose and bowed with the ultra politeness that was now part of his daily life. They shook hands.
"Enchanté d'avoir fait votre connaissance," and Charnac bowed once more.