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-ban semmi nem volt a Frontinek vagy Mascarille-ok jelleméből, akik sunyi módon folyvást szimatolnak, szemrebbenés nélkül, könyörtelenül bonyolítják ügyleteiket, és alapjában véve pimasz csibészek. Nem.