opposite — "passable features and good taste in dress," and he filliped a crtimb of bread off his coat.
"Bah!" cried the dwarf, "with good looks and a coat by Staub, there are plenty of women to be had for a week at a time, but we should be tired of them at the second meeting. More than that is needed to win what is called love. . . . You must . . ."
"Stop!" interrupted Thémines. "Do you want an apt illustration? You all know what kind of man Massigny was. Manners like an English groom, and no more conversation than his horse. . . . But he was as handsome as Adonis, and could tie his cravat like Brummel. Altogether he was the greatest bore I have ever met."
"He almost killed me with weariness," said Colonel Beaujeu. "Only think, I once had to travel two hundred leagues with him!"
"Did you know," asked Saint-Clair, "that he caused the death of poor Richard Thornton, whom you all knew?"
"But," objected Jules, "I thought he was assassinated by brigands near Fondi?"
"Granted; but Massigny was at all events an accomplice in the crime. A party of travellers, Thornton among them, had arranged to go
