He excused himself with a hundred gestures of despair for being late.
"I have so much to do," he whispered.

"So much to think of.

We are leaving no stone unturned, and at last we have a clue." The other guests gathered round.
"But speak, my dear friend, speak," cried Madame de Chantonnay.

"You keep us in suspense.

Look around you.