But it will be well to dress him, and his uniform is in tatters." "I think," answered good M.Renault, "that the Colonel is about my size; so I can lend him some of my clothes.

Heaven grant that he may use them! But, between us, I don't hope for it." Gothon brought in, grumbling, all that was necessary to dress an entirely naked man.

But her bad humor did not hold out before the beauty of the Colonel: "Poor gentleman!" she exclaimed, "he is young, fresh and fair as a little chicken.

If he doesn't revive, it will be a great pity!" There were about forty people in the laboratory when Fougas was carried thither.

M.Nibor, assisted by M.Martout, placed him on a sofa, and begged a few moments of attentive silence.