"But whom have you with you ?" he asked, and his eyes took the measure of Fortunio, standing a pace or two behind his master.
Marius presented his bravo.
"This is Captain Fortunio, the commander of our garrison of Condillac." The Marquis nodded good-humouredly towards the captain.
"Captain Fortunio?
He is well named for a soldier of fortune.

My brother, no doubt, will have family matters to tell me of.

If you will step below, Monsieur le Capitaine, and drink a health or so while you wait, I shall be honoured." The captain, nonplussed, looked at Marius, and Florimond surprised the look.

But Marius's manner became still chillier.
"Fortunio here," said he, and he half turned and let his hand fall on the captain's shoulder, "is my very good friend.

I have no secrets from him." The instant lift of Florimond's eyebrows was full of insolent, supercilious disdain.