If he had challenged the bona fides of Sebastian Dolores only, he might have been convincing, but he used the word "they" constantly, and that roused the chivalry of Jean Jacques.

That the comely, careful Carmen should be party to an imposture was intolerable.

Everything about her gave it the lie.

Her body was so perfect and complete, so finely contrived and balanced, so cunningly curved with every line filled in; her eye was so full of lustre and half-melancholy too; her voice had such a melodious monotone; her mouth was so ripe and yet so distant in its luxury, that imposture was out of the question.
Ah, but Jean Jacques was a champion worth while! He did nothing by halves.

He was of the breed of men who grow more intense, more convinced, more thorough, as they talk.