In the corridor he found Valentin and his companion walking towards him.

The latter was thrusting a card into his waistcoat pocket.

Mademoiselle Noemie's jealous votary was a tall, robust young man with a thick nose, a prominent blue eye, a Germanic physiognomy, and a massive watch-chain.

When they reached the box, Valentin with an emphasized bow made way for him to pass in first.
Newman touched Valentin's arm as a sign that he wished to speak with him, and Bellegarde answered that he would be with him in an instant.
Valentin entered the box after the robust young man, but a couple of minutes afterwards he reappeared, largely smiling.
"She is immensely tickled," he said.

"She says we will make her fortune.
I don't want to be fatuous, but I think it is very possible." "So you are going to fight ?" said Newman.
"My dear fellow, don't look so mortally disgusted.