What a man! He wouldn't wait for the train, but gave I don't know how much to a cabman; and we drove here in fifty minutes!" Almost immediately, a man appeared at the door, whose aspect it must be admitted was not at all what one would have expected of a person who had joined the police for honour alone.

He was certainly sixty years old and did not look a bit younger.

Short, thin, and rather bent, he leant on the carved ivory handle of a stout cane.

His round face wore that expression of perpetual astonishment, mingled with uneasiness, which has made the fortunes of two comic actors of the Palais-Royal theatre.
Scrupulously shaved, he presented a very short chin, large and good natured lips, and a nose disagreeably elevated, like the broad end of one of Sax's horns.

His eyes of a dull gray, were small and red at the lids, and absolutely void of expression; yet they fatigued the observer by their insupportable restlessness.