I looked at my watch.

I intended to come quite slowly, and I had come in five minutes from the Rue de Provence to the Rue d'Antin.
I walked to and fro in the street; there are no shops, and at that hour it is quite deserted.

In half an hour's time Marguerite arrived.

She looked around her as she got down from her coupe, as if she were looking for some one.

The carriage drove off; the stables were not at the house.