"And, after all, I have a heart." "Good heaven! Monsieur, your mind wanders!" the Chevalier exclaimed.
The marquis swept the salt from the table.

The movement was not impatient; rather resigned.

"There is nothing more to be said.

You may go.

Our paths shall not cross again." The Chevalier bowed, turned, and walked toward the door through which he had entered.