Gonzague looked fixedly at the man. He could see little of his face, for
the head was thrust forward from the stooping, misshapen shoulders, and
his long, dark hair hung about his cheeks and shaded his countenance. The
face seemed pale and intelligent. It was naturally quite unfamiliar to
Gonzague, who knew nothing of Æsop except as one of the men who had
played a sinister part in the murder at Caylus.