"The phial?
You did not see the phial ?" "No." This time Messer Blondel did not strike.

He leant heavily upon the table; his face, which a moment before had been swollen with impatience, turned a sickly white.

"You--you didn't see it ?" he muttered--his tone had sunk to a whisper.

"You didn't see it?
Then all you told me was a lie?
There was nothing--no bottle in the box?
But how, then, did you know anything of a bottle?
Did he"-- with a sharp spasm of pain--"send you here to tell me this ?" "No, no! She told me.

She looked--for me in the box." "Who ?" "Anne.