Dorothy's delight passed all bounds. She repeated, wringing her hands, with tears in her eyes:
"The Marquis!... The friend of Fontenelle! The revivified Marquis! Lazarus de Beaugreval! Then you didn't see?"
"I saw the film on the mirror ... the eyes open."
"Yes, yes: I know. But the rest?"
"What rest?"
"In his mouth?"
"What on earth is it?"
"There's a...."
"A what? Out with it!"
"A false tooth!"