He knows neither her wealth nor her identity; nor if he did could he enter into traffic with her, for he knows no French, and she no Italian." The Dowager clapped her hands.

"The very man!" she cried.
But Marius, either from sheer perverseness, or because he did not share her enthusiasm, made answer: "I have faith in Gilles." "Yes," she mocked him, "and you had faith in Berthaud.

Oh, if you have faith in Gilles, let him remain; let no more be said." The obstinate boy took her advice, and shifted the subject, speaking to Tressan of some trivial business connected with the Seneschalship.
But madame, woman-like, returned to the matter whose abandoning she had herself suggested.

Marius, for all his affected disdain of it, viewed it with a certain respect.

And so in the end they sent for the recruit.
Fortunio--who was no other than the man Garnache had known as "Sanguinetti"-- brought him, still clad in the clothes in which he had come.