The analyst passed on to Brother Jacques, and received a slight shock.

The penetrating grey eyes of the priest caught his and held them menacingly.
"Ah!" murmured the vicomte, "the little Jesuit has learned the trick, too, it would seem.

He is reading my face.

I must know more of this handsome fellow whose blood is red and healthy.

He comes from no such humble origin as Father Chaumonot.