Martin remembered him as small and slight, with a sharp mobile face and a remarkable activity which was the very badge of the man; and these characteristics he retained.

He was still like quick-silver.

But he was fast losing his hair, and he wore pince-nez.

The dress of the peasant and the cautious manner of the peasant, both were gone.

In his grey lounge suit he had the look of a quick-witted clerk.
"You wished to see me, senor," he repeated, and he laid the card upon the table.
"For a moment.