At length, when it was broad daylight and Pierre had just fallen asleep, a loud knocking at his door awoke him with a start. This time there could be no mistake, a loud voice broken by sobs was calling “Monsieur l’Abbé! Monsieur l’Abbé! for Heaven’s sake wake up!”
Surely it must be M. de Guersaint who had been brought back dead, at least. Quite scared, Pierre ran and opened the door, in his night-shirt, and found himself in the presence of his neighbour, M. Vigneron.
“Oh! for Heaven’s sake, Monsieur l’Abbé, dress yourself at once!” exclaimed the assistant head-clerk. “Your holy ministry is required.” And he began to relate that he had just got up to see the time by his watch on the mantelpiece, when he had heard some most frightful sighs issuing from the adjoining room, where Madame Chai
