He got out of the train half an hour before it reached Geneva, in the cold morning twilight, at the station indicated in Valentin's telegram.

A drowsy station-master was on the platform with a lantern, and the hood of his overcoat over his head, and near him stood a gentleman who advanced to meet Newman.

This personage was a man of forty, with a tall lean figure, a sallow face, a dark eye, a neat mustache, and a pair of fresh gloves.

He took off his hat, looking very grave, and pronounced Newman's name.

Our hero assented and said, "You are M.de Bellegarde's friend ?" "I unite with you in claiming that sad honor," said the gentleman.
"I had placed myself at M.de Bellegarde's service in this melancholy affair, together with M.de Grosjoyaux, who is now at his bedside.