"The 'bus started three minutes ago."
"What! it didn't wait for me! I asked you if I had time to go to buy a cake, and you said yes. You ought to have said no, if I hadn't."
"You shouldn't have been so long about it, monsieur."
"I thought there was a pastry-cook on Carré Saint-Martin, but I couldn't find anything but pork-shops."
"You can take the next 'bus."
"How soon does it start?"
"In seven minutes."
"Then I've got time to go to drink a glass of beer to wash down my cake. Cafés aren't like pastry-cooks—you can find them anywhere."
"Be careful, monsieur; seven minutes at the outside."
"You can keep it waiting a minute if I'm not here."