" "Wait," muttered Renouard irresolutely.
The Editor jumped on him in the manner of their old friendship.

"Ah, you! You are a fine fellow too.

With your solitary ways of life you will end by having no more discrimination than a savage.

Fancy living with a gentleman for months and never guessing.

A man, I am certain, accomplished, remarkable, out of the common, since he had been distinguished" (he bowed again) "by Miss Moorsom, whom we all admire." She turned her back on him.
"I hope to goodness you haven't been leading him a dog's life, Geoffrey," the Editor addressed his friend in a whispered aside.
Renouard seized a chair violently, sat down, and propping his elbow on his knee leaned his head on his hand.