'What paper, eh ?' 'Here it is, sir,' exclaimed the waiter.

'Seems like as if he'd dropped it.' And picking it off the floor he presented it to me.
I may say that I was quite prepared, that I already knew what to expect; but at sight of the cold print my heart stopped beating.

There it was: the fulfilment of Romaine's apprehension was before me; the paper was laid open at the capture of Clausel.

I felt as if I could take a little curacoa myself, but on second thoughts called for brandy.

It was badly wanted; and suddenly I observed the waiter's eye to sparkle, as it were, with some recognition; made certain he had remarked the resemblance between me and Alain; and became aware--as by a revelation--of the fool's part I had been playing.