"I only thought that an outside doctor might help you to get rid of the fellow." Mr.Fentolin shrugged his shoulders.
"After all," he said, "the matter is of no real consequence.

Doctor Sarson assures me that we shall be able to send him on his way very shortly.

In the meantime, Mr.Hamel, what about the Tower ?" "What about it ?" Hamel asked, selecting a cigar from the box which had been pushed to his side.

"I am sure I haven't any wish to inconvenience you." "I will be quite frank," Mr.Fentolin declared.

"I do not dispute your right for a moment.