It was no one whom I had ever seen before.

It was a short, fat, pale man, with a bald head, and a ribbon in his button-hole.
"Is he her husband ?" pursued Josephine.
The suggestion flashed upon me like a revelation.

Had I not heard that M.de Marignan was coming home from Algiers?
Of course it was he.

No doubt of it.

A little vulgar, fat, bald man....