Presently he went down-stairs to the little stone-paved dining-room, where the maid-servant, who had taken off her night-cap, was serving the repast.
M.de Grosjoyaux was there, surprisingly fresh for a gentleman who had been playing sick-nurse half the night, rubbing his hands and watching the breakfast table attentively.

Newman renewed acquaintance with him, and learned that Valentin was still sleeping; the surgeon, who had had a fairly tranquil night, was at present sitting with him.

Before M.de Grosjoyaux's associate reappeared, Newman learned that his name was M.
Ledoux, and that Bellegarde's acquaintance with him dated from the days when they served together in the Pontifical Zouaves.

M.Ledoux was the nephew of a distinguished Ultramontane bishop.

At last the bishop's nephew came in with a toilet in which an ingenious attempt at harmony with the peculiar situation was visible, and with a gravity tempered by a decent deference to the best breakfast that the Croix Helvetique had ever set forth.