'I will leave you to close the window.

I feel faint and giddy--I had better go out.' He put his handkerchief over his nose and mouth, and crossed the room to the door.
The Frenchman followed the movements of Francis, in such a state of bewilderment that he actually forgot to seize the opportunity of shutting out the fresh air.

'Is it so nasty as that ?' he asked, with a broad stare of amazement.
'Horrible!' Francis muttered behind his handkerchief.

'I never smelt anything like it in my life!' There was a knock at the door.

The scene-painter appeared.