The latter glanced at it, said: "Wait a minute," and went on attending to the lady in mourning.
He breathed more freely.

"It can't be that!" By degrees he began to regain confidence, he kept urging himself to have courage and be calm.
"Some foolishness, some trifling carelessness, and I may betray myself! Hm...

it's a pity there's no air here," he added, "it's stifling....

It makes one's head dizzier than ever...

and one's mind too..." He was conscious of a terrible inner turmoil.