You see." It was as the Italian said.

Dr.Jorce--who was waiting for them in the Count's room--proved to be a small, dried-up atom of a man, who looked as though all the colour had been bleached out of him.

At first sight he was more like a monkey than a man, owing to his slight, queer figure and agile movements; but a closer examination revealed that he had a clever face, and a pair of most remarkable eyes.

These were of a steel-grey hue, with an extraordinary intensity of gaze; and when he fixed them on Lucian at the moment of introduction the young barrister felt as though he were being mesmerised.
For the rest, Jorce was dressed sombrely in black cloth, was extremely voluble and vivacious, and impressed Lucian with the idea that he was less a fellow mortal than a changeling from fairyland.

Quite an exceptional man was Dr.Jorce, and, as the Italian said, "most strange." "My good friend," said Ferruci, laying his stern hand on the shoulder of this oddity, "this gentleman wishes you to decide a--what do you say ?--bet ?" "A bet!" cried the little doctor in a deep bass voice, but with some indignation.