"Do you remember Putois, Lucien?" asked Zoé, smiling as was her wont, with lips compressed and her nose over her needlework.
"Do I remember Putois! … Why, of all the figures which passed before my childhood's eyes, that of Putois remains the clearest in my memory. Not a single feature of his face or of his character have I forgotten. He had a long head. …"
"A low forehead," added Mademoiselle Zoé.
Then antiphonally, in a monotonous voice, with mock gravity, the brother and sister recited the following points of a kind of police description: