"It is Dutocq!" Phellion.

"I have no proof of it, gentlemen.

While you were gone, that young man, Monsieur de la Roche, nearly fainted here.

See his tears on my desk!" Poiret.

"We held him fainting in our arms .-- My key, the key of my domicile!--dear, dear! it is down his back." [Poiret goes hastily out.] Vimeux.