From time to time the old man's hand wandered to his throat, as if something was bothering him there.

Time marked off a quarter of an hour.

Then the door opened, and a man entered; a man bronzed of countenance, tall, and deep of chest.

He wore the trapper's blouse and fringed leggings.
From where he stood he could not see who sat at the table.
"Come toward the light, Monsieur," said the marquis, "where I may see you to better advantage." The marquis rose and stood with the fingers of his right band pressing lightly on the table.
At the sound of that voice, the Chevalier's heart leaped.

He strode forward quickly, and, leaning across the table, stared into his father's eyes..