"Why is it--" No, never mind. Feuilly shrugs and fiddles with the watch until he gets an answer.

It's not a very productive conversation. There's a bit of Oh--um--Prouvaire, is that you? I'm sorry to bother you--um--no--it's not Bahorel, that is, yes it is but--here let me--, and then he worldlessly thrusts the watch at Bahorel. "You talk to him. He's saying something about--Vesuvius?"