He carries his hat in his hands; he is thinking of something, looking ahead.

On his broad shoulders is set a round, strong head, with short hair; his dark profile is stern and commandingly haughty, and, although the man is dressed in a partly military uniform, he does not subject his body to the discipline of his clothes, but masters it as a free man.

The folds of his clothes fall submissively.
Mariet greets him: "Good evening." He walks on quite a distance, then stops and turns his head slowly.

He waits silently, as though regretting to part with his silence.
"Did you say 'Good evening' to me ?" he asks at last.
"Yes, to you.

Good evening." He looks at her silently.
"Well, good evening.