The old gentleman nodded his head, "It is known by that name, sir!" said
he.
With the almost impatient quickness which marked every thing he did--a
quickness which did not seem in any way allied to slovenliness or
inaccuracy, however--the young man pushed through the gate, which
protested loudly against such rough usage, and walked hastily up to the
porch-steps. He paused a moment ere ascending.
"Are you Professor Valeyon?" he asked.
Again the professor bowed his head in assent. "And are you--?" began
he.
The young man sprang up the steps, and grasping the other's
half-extended hand, gave it a brief, hard shake.
"I'm Bressant," said he.