Nevertheless, he experienced a sort of jealousy against Martinon, and an unaccountable ill-will against her.
M. Dambreuse came forth from his study accompanied by Martinon.
Martinon was what people call a very fine man—big, chubby, with a regular physiognomy, and blue eyes far up in his face.
"We might take the Vicomte's testimony on that point," said Martinon.
Madame Dambreuse was by her husband's side, and Martinon was on the other seat facing them.
Martinon had replied, when the suggestion was made to him, that he would wait.
Martinon urged him to speak in a lower tone, for fear of the police.
Then Martinon came back to his recollection; and, as he fell asleep, he smiled with pity for this worthy fellow.
Martinon tried to smile; then he went to join the circle in which grave men were holding discussions.
Scarcely had she left when Martinon seemed to be searching for his handkerchief.