He put his clothes in order, and dusted them; he straightened his collar, and re-tied his cravat.

Then pouring a little water on his handkerchief, he passed it over his face, bathing his eyes which were greatly inflamed.

Then he endeavoured to smooth his beard and hair.

He had no idea that four lynx eyes were fixed upon him all the while.
"Good!" murmured the young detective: "see how our cock sticks up his comb, and smooths his feathers! "I told you," put in Balan, "that he was only staggered.

Hush! he is speaking, I believe." But they neither surprised one of those disordered gestures nor one of those incoherent speeches, which almost always escape from the feeble when excited by fear, or from the imprudent ones who believe in the discretion of their cells.