“But hang it all, you haven’t been out of this room!” cried M. Formery.
“No, I haven’t,” said Guerchard.
“And you’ve seen her?” cried M. Formery.
“Yes,” said Guerchard, raising his voice a little.
“Well, why the devil don’t you tell us where she is? Tell us!” cried M. Formery, purple with exasperation.
“But you won’t let me get a word out of my mouth,” protested Guerchard with aggravating gentleness.
“Well, speak!” cried M. Formery; and he sank gasping on to a chair.
“Ah, well, she’s here,” said Guerchard.
“Here! How did she GET here?” said M. Formery.
“On a mattress,” said Guerchard.