Knowing this man to be himself guilty, I marvelled with what face he would present himself before all those eyes, and from what depths of impudence he could draw supplies in such an emergency.
I need not have troubled myself, however, for he was fully equal to the occasion.

His high colour and piercing black eyes met the gaze of friend and foe alike without flinching.

Dressed well and elegantly, he wore his raven hair curled in the mode, and looked alike gay, handsome, and imperturbable.

If there was a suspicion of coarseness about his bulkier figure, as he stood beside M.d'Agen, who was the courtier perfect and point devise, it went to the scale of sincerity, seeing that men naturally associate truth with strength.
'I know no more than this, sire,' he said easily; 'that, happening to cross the Parvis at the moment of the murder, I heard Father Antoine scream.

He uttered four words only, in the tone of a man in mortal peril.