That night‚ they were talking about the Alentejo‚ about the treasures to be found in Évora‚ about the Chapel of Bones‚ when the Councillor came in with his coat over his arm. He placed it carefully on a chair in one corner and then made his prim‚ officious way over to Luiza‚ took both her hands in his and said in lofty‚ sonorous tones:
‘I hope I find my dear‚ good Senhora Dona Luiza in perfect health. Jorge told me as much. So glad! So very glad!’
He was tall‚ thin and dressed all in black‚ with a high collar tight around his neck. His face‚ with its pointed chin‚ grew wider and wider until it reached his vast‚ gleaming bald pate‚ which had a slight dent on top; the fringe of hair‚ that formed a kind of collar around the back of his head‚ from ear to ear‚ was dyed a lustrous black‚ and this only made his bald head‚ by contrast‚ appear even glossier; he did not‚ however‚ dye his abundant‚ greying moustache‚ which grew down around the corners of his mouth. He was extremely pale and never removed his dark glasses. He had a cleft in his chin and large‚ protruding ears.
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