The man himself was tall and exceedingly thin, and looked as though he fasted too often and too long.

He was certainly a very ugly man, judged according to the standards of human beauty; and yet there was about him an air of kindness and sincerity which had in it something almost saintly, together with a very unmistakable individual identity.

He was one of those men whom one can neither forget nor mistake when one has met them once.

Bosio did not notice him, being much absorbed by his own thoughts.

The waiter came to ask what he wished, and was stopped on his way back by the priest, who desired to pay for what he had taken.