“Come, come, you lazybones!” cried M. de Guersaint gaily; “can’t you hear the bells ringing?”
Pierre awoke with a start, quite surprised to find himself in that little hotel room into which the sunlight was streaming. All the joyous peals of the bells, the music of the chiming, happy town, moreover, came in through the window which he had left open.
“We shall never have time to get to the hospital before eight o’clock to fetch Marie,” resumed M. de Guersaint, “for we must have some breakfast, eh?”
“Of course, make haste and order two cups of chocolate. I will get up at once, I sha’n’t be long,” replied Pierre.
In spite of the fatigue which had already stiffened his joints, he sprang out of bed as soon as he was alone, and made all haste with his toilet. However, he still had his head i
