Seen thus in the street, under the sun, he was a pale and bloodless man--food for the cloister.

He bowed with an odd humility to Mon, but spoke directly to the Count de Sarrion.

He knew, and showed that he knew, that Mon was not glad to see him.
"I did not know that you were in Saragossa," he said.

"A terrible thing has happened.

My father is dead.