She was on her feet in an instant.
"Monsieur, monsieur," was all that she could say; but her longing was to fling her arms about the neck of this man, as she might have flung them about the neck of a brother or a father, and sob out upon his shoulder the sudden relief and revulsion that his presence brought.
Garnache saw something of her agitation, and to relieve it he smiled and began to tell her the circumstances of his return and his presentation to Madame as a knave who had no French.
"Fortune was very good to me, mademoiselle," said he.

"I had little hope that such a face as mine could be disguised, but I take no pride in what you see.

It is the handiwork of Rabecque, the most ingenious lackey that ever served a foolish master.

It helped me that having been ten years in Italy when I was younger, I acquired the language so well as to be able to impose even upon Fortunio.

In that lay a circumstance which at once disarmed suspicion, and if I stay not so long as it shall take the dye to wear from my hair and beard and the staining from my face, I shall have little to fear." "But, monsieur," she cried, "you have everything to fear!" And alarm grew in her eyes.
But he laughed again for answer.