"No, no, monsieur.

It would be better if he did not see you.

He is in some agitation." "Fille! Maitre Fille--be quick now," called Jean Jacques' voice from the other room.
"What did I say, monsieur ?" asked the Big Financier.

"The mind that's received a blow must be moving--moving; the man with the many irons must be flying from bellows to bellows!" "Come, come, there's no time to lose," came Jean Jacques' voice again, and the handle of the door of their room turned.
M.Fille's hand caught the handle.

"Excuse me, Monsieur Barbille,--a minute please," he persisted almost querulously.