"An Englishman?"
"No, no, sir, you mistake; I mean a Greek—a handsome, dashing fellow—a great favourite with the ladies—brave and daring."
"And how is this Apollo called?"
"Tomaso."
The governor burst into a loud fit of laughter at this,
"You are altogether mistaken about that brigand—that Tomaso. He is a scrubby and ill-favoured scamp—a sneaking, crawling rascal, capable of all the villany of his master, but not possessed of his courage."
Had the governor been looking at the visitor's face just then, he might have had his suspicions aroused.
The sham German philanthropist glared ferociously as this description was given.
The prisoner, who was seated at a rough deal table at the further end of the cell, here arose at the gaoler's order, and came to the window.
A single glance sufficed to show that a very noticeable change had taken place in the appearance of Mathias.