"I have still five minutes." My uncle looked round with despairing eyes. "Only three, Tregellis!" A deep angry murmur was rising from the crowd. "It's a cross! It's a cross! It's a fake!" was the cry. "Two minutes, Tregellis!"
-- J'ai encore cinq minutes, dit mon oncle en jetant autour de lui un regard désespéré. -- Seulement trois, Tregellis.