"Monsieur Fandor," said he, "I am entirely of your opinion."
XXVII
THE IMPRINT
"Monsieur Fandor, I am entirely of your opinion!"
Hearing these words, Fandor, who had regained his self-possession, and was ready to start fighting again if necessary, looked at the individual who had made this statement—the individual whose face was oddly familiar.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The individual smiled broadly.
"Don't you recognise me?" he asked.
He removed his wig, threw the candle light on himself, and smilingly announced his style and title.