Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces depicted by Moliere with a bold gaze and a nose held high in the air; he was an honest fellow, with a pleasant face, lips a trifle protruding, soft-mannered and serviceable, with a good round head, such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a friend.
Passepartout n'était point un de ces Frontins ou Mascarilles qui, les épaules hautes, le nez au vent, le regard assuré, l'oeil sec, ne sont que d'impudents drôles. Non.