A strange, ironic-almost sardonic-smile was on his lips.
"It's in the play," he said.
"No, it's not in the charade, Monsieur Barbille," said the Man from Outside fretfully.
"That is the way I read it, m'sieu'," retorted Jean Jacques, and he made a motion to the fiddler.
"The dance! The dance!" he exclaimed.
But yet he looked little like a man who wished to dance, save upon a grave..