His expression, his very nature, seemed to have undergone a fundamental change.

Gondremark at home appeared the very antipode of Gondremark on duty.

He had an air of massive jollity that well became him; grossness and geniality sat upon his features; and along with his manners, he had laid aside his sly and sinister expression.

He lolled there, sunning his bulk before the fire, a noble animal.
'Hey!' he cried.

'At last!' The Countess stepped into the room in silence, threw herself on a chair, and crossed her legs.