The great lawyer of Sauveterre had been far more astonished at the
unexpected and extraordinary meeting than M. Folgat. As soon as the
wandering minstrel had left them, he asked his young colleague,--
“You know that individual?”
“That individual,” replied M. Folgat, “is none other than the agent
whose services I have engaged, and whom I mentioned to you.”
“Goudar?”
“Yes, Goudar.”
“And did you not recognize him?”
The young advocate smiled.
“Not until he spoke,” he replied. “The Goudar whom I know is tall, thin,
beardless, and wears his hair cut like a brush. This street-musician is
low, bearded, and has long, smooth hair falling down his back. How could
I recognize my man in that vagabond costume, with a violin in his hand,
and a provincial song set to music?”