Beneath an anxious brow a pair of greenish eyes evaded the eyes of others, and so disguised their thought.

Sibilet was dressed in a brown surtout coat, black trousers and waistcoat, and wore his hair long and flat to the head, which gave him a clerical look.

His trousers barely concealed that he was knock-kneed.

Though his pallid complexion and flabby flesh gave the impression of an unhealthy constitution, Sibilet was really robust.
The tones of his voice, which were a little thick, harmonized with this unflattering exterior.
Blondet gave a hasty look at the abbe, and the glance with which the young priest answered it showed the journalist that his own suspicions about the steward were certainties to the curate.
"Did you not tell me, my dear Sibilet," said the general, "that you estimate the value of what the peasants steal from us at a quarter of the whole revenue ?" "Much more than that, Monsieur le comte," replied the steward.

"The poor about here get more from your property than the State exacts in taxes.
A little scamp like Mouche can glean his two bushels a day.