They then went out on to the wharf again and, a few minutes later, were joined by Jules Desailles.
"I have been nervous ever since I left you," Jean Martin said, as his friend shook hands with Leigh.

"I was afraid that a quarter of an hour's delay might be fatal." "I lost no time.

But I feel sure that it will be an hour before anyone is down after me; they are all too fond of listening to their own voices to close any discussion, in less than an hour after the proposer has sat down.

I hope the boat is not far off, for this portmanteau of mine is heavy, I can assure you." Martin took it up and swung it on to his shoulder.
"No, my dear Jean, I won't have it." "Nonsense, Jules.

The weight is nothing to me though, no doubt, to a man who never takes any exercise it would feel heavy." "To say the truth, it is heavier than I expected.