They all harp on love: this howling singer, you ...

even the oysterman...." Then she added maliciously: "I ought to warn you that you have a rival.

Be very careful, Ferragut!" She turned her head in order to look at the oysterman.

He was occupied in the contemplation of a fat lady with grisled hair and abundant jewels, a lady escorted by her husband, who was looking with astonishment at the vendor's killing glances without being able to understand them.
The lady-killer was stroking his mustache affectedly, looking from time to time at his cloth suit in order to smooth out the wrinkles and brush off the specks of dust.

He was a handsome pirate disguised as a gentleman.