I have not the keeping of either." "But you took the responsibility," snapped the Baron.
"For all that I am worth--namely, one hundred and twenty pounds a year, out of which I have to find my livery." "Can you go out and find the Vicomte?
I will wait here," asked the Baron, in the utmost distress.

It is indeed love that makes the world go round--love of money.
"I know where he is usually to be found," was my reply, "and can go and seek him.

I will return here in half an hour if I fail to find him." "Yes--yes; go, my good sir--go! And God be with you!" With which inappropriate benediction he almost pushed me out of the room.
On making inquiries of the servants, I found my task more difficult than I had anticipated.

Monsieur de Clericy had not taken the carriage, as was his habit.

He had gone out on foot, carrying, as the butler told me, a bundle of papers in his hand.
"They had the air of business papers of value--so closely he held them," added the man.
He had taken the direction of the Boulevard, with the intention, it appeared, of calling a cab.