“You say it with your face.” “That’s just his face,” said Calixte in a pretense of defending him. “He can’t help having indignant nostrils. Can you, Nero? You probably come from a long line of indignant nostrils. Aristocrats are issued them at birth, along with haughty eyes and judgmental cheeks.” “Judgmental cheeks?” repeated Ruza. “Can cheeks be judgmental?” “His manage.”
