And that poor Madame Raquin, his mother, whatever shall we say to her?
Certainly, you were quite right to come and find us.

We will go with you." Rising from his seat, he walked hither and thither about the apartment, stamping with his feet, in search of his hat and walking-stick; and, as he bustled from corner to corner, he made Laurent repeat the details of the catastrophe, giving utterance to fresh exclamations at the end of each sentence.
At last all four went downstairs.

On reaching the entrance to the Arcade of the Pont Neuf, Laurent was stopped by Michaud.
"Do not accompany us any further," said he; "your presence would be a sort of brutal avowal which must be avoided.

The wretched mother would suspect a misfortune, and this would force us to confess the truth sooner than we ought to tell it to her.

Wait for us here." This arrangement relieved the murderer, who shuddered at the thought of entering the shop in the arcade.