We are asking ourselves who this haughty Mongol could be.
"Ah!" said I, laughing at the thought which crossed my mind, "if that is--" "Who ?" asked the major.
"The chief of the brigands, the famous Ki-Tsang." "Have your joke, Monsieur Bombarnac, but under your breath, I advise you!" "You see, major, he would then be an interesting personage and worth a long interview!" We enjoyed our meal as we talked.

The breakfast was excellent, the provisions having come freshly on board at Askhabad and Douchak.

For drink we had tea, and Crimean wine, and Kazan beer; for meat we had mutton cutlets and excellent preserves; for dessert a melon with pears and grapes of the best quality.
After breakfast I went to smoke my cigar on the platform behind the dining car.

Caterna almost immediately joins me.

Evidently the estimable comedian has seized the opportunity to enter into conversation with me.
His intelligent eyes, his smooth face, his cheeks accustomed to false whiskers, his lips accustomed to false moustaches, his head accustomed to wigs red, black, or gray, bald or hairy, according to his part, everything denoted the actor made for the life of the boards.