How was he dressed?
What was the manner of his face ?" "Again, Lord Duke, I cannot answer you.

I had but the most fleeting glimpse of him." The Duke's sallow countenance grew very evil-looking, and an ugly smile twisted his lip and laid bare his strong white teeth.
"So fleeting that no memory of him is left you ?" quoth he.
"Precisely, Highness." "You lie, you filth," Gian Maria thundered in a towering rage.

"It was but this morning that you said his height was splendid, his countenance noble, his manner princely, his speech courtly, and--I know not what besides.

Yet now you tell me--you tell me--that your glimpse of him was so fleeting that you cannot describe him.

You know his name, rogue, and I will have it from you, or else----" "Indeed, indeed, most noble lord, be not incensed----" the fool began, in fearful protestation.