Neither showed much ill effects of last night's happenings, save for a long dark-brown scar that ran athwart the captain's cheek, where Garnache's sword had ploughed it.
They found Florimond seated quietly at table, and as they entered he rose and came forward with a friendly smile to greet his brother.

His sense of humour was being excited; he was something of an actor, and the role he had adopted in the comedy to be played gave him a certain grim satisfaction.

He would test for himself the truth of what Monsieur de Garnache had told him concerning his brother's intentions.

Marius received his advances very coolly.

He took his brother's hand, submitted to his brother's kiss; but neither kiss nor hand-pressure did he return.
Florimond affected not to notice this.
"You are well, my dear Marius, I hope," said he, and thrusting him out at arms' length, he held him by the shoulders and regarded him critically.