Then, as if being more fully awakened he recognized his master, he heaved himself suddenly to his feet and bowed.
"Is this the watch you keep ?" quoth Marius again, and Garnache, scanning the youth's face with foolishly smiling eyes, noted the flush on his cheek, the odd glitter in his handsome eyes, and even caught a whiff of wine upon his breath.

Alarm grew in Garnache's mind, but his face maintained its foolish vacancy, its inane smile.

He bowed again and, with a wave of the hands towards the inner chamber, "La damigella a la," said he.
For all that Marius had no Italian he understood the drift of the words, assisted as they were by the man's expressive gesture.

He sneered cruelly.
"It would be an ugly thing for you, my ugly friend, if she were not," he answered.

"Away with you.