"She will be saved perhaps.

She must be saved!" He did not add "or it will be my death"; but I felt that the phrase trembled on his pale lips.
Rouletabille intervened: "You are in a hurry, Monsieur; but I must speak with you.

I have something of the greatest importance to tell you." Frederic Larsan interrupted: "May I leave you ?" he asked of Robert Darzac.

"Have you a key, or do you wish me to give you this one." "Thank you.

I have a key and will lock the gate." Larsan hurried off in the direction of the chateau, the imposing pile of which could be perceived a few hundred yards away.
Robert Darzac, with knit brow, was beginning to show impatience.