Lorimer glanced at him with a lazy amusement.
"Unburden yourself, Pierre, for heaven's sake!" he said.

"Your mind is as uncomfortable as a loaded camel.

Let it lie down, while you take off its packages, one by one, and reveal their contents.

In short, what's up ?" Duprez made a rapid, expressive gesture with his hands.
"_Mon cher_, I fear to displease Phil-eep! He has invited these people; they are coming,--_bien_! there is no more to say." "I disagree with ye," interposed Macfarlane "I think Errington should hear what _we_ ha' heard; it's fair an' just to a mon that he should understand what sort o' folk are gaun to pairtake wi' him at his table.
Ye see, Errington, ye should ha' thought a wee, before inviting pairsons o' unsettled an' dootful chairacter--" "Who says they are ?" demanded Errington half-angrily.

"The drunken Dyceworthy ?" "He was no sae drunk at the time he tauld us." persisted Macfarlane in his most obstinate, most dictatorial manner.