The delicate fingers of his, left hand gripped the sides of his little carriage.
His eyes shone as though those few written lines upon which they were riveted were indeed some message from an unknown, an unimagined world.
Yet no word ever passed his lips.

There came a time when the tension seemed a little relaxed.

With fingers which still trembled, he folded up the sheet and replaced it in the envelope.

He guarded it with both his hands and sat quite still.

Neither Gerald nor his servant moved.
Somehow, the sense of Mr.Fentolin's suppressed excitement seemed to have become communicated to them.