"You saw no one run along the terrace?"
"No one," the man answered.
"And you heard nothing when you stopped beneath the South Tower?" asked the Count.
"No, sir," said the man faintly. He was weak, and the Count turned away, followed by Father Bertrand and Jean.
"He is not such an ill-made fellow," the Count said, turning to Jean.
"Ah! but you and I see with different eyes," was the dwarf's quick answer. "You would call me ill-made."
"Strangely made," said the Count.
"Just so. Now I like twisted limbs, they're less common. Mark you, in a crowd there will be more turn to look at me than at you."
"And more will laugh at you," said the Count.
"Well, laughter's a good tonic," said the dwarf, and then sidling close to the Count, he went on: "Men such as I am see more than men such as you. I see ghosts in St. Etienne. I warrant you never saw them."