Lescande, however, whose memory seemed better, felt his heart leap with joy at the majestic appearance of the young cavalier who approached him.

He made a movement to rush forward; a smile covered his good-natured face, but it ended in a grimace.

Evidently he had been forgotten.

Camors, now not more than a couple of feet from him, was passing on, and his handsome countenance gave not the slightest sign of emotion.

Suddenly, without changing a single line of his face, he drew rein, took the cigar from his lips, and said, in a tranquil voice: "Hello! You have no longer a wolf head!" "Ha! Then you know me ?" cried Lescande.
"Know you?
Why not ?" "I thought--I was afraid--on account of my beard--" "Bah! your beard does not change you--except that it becomes you.