“Far better, then, to remain where I am; since, if I went to bed, I should certainly get up again to return here.”

And thereupon Chicot resumed his seat.

An hour had nearly passed away without our being able to state whether Chicot was engaged in thinking of the unknown lady or Borromee, or whether he was occupied by curiosity or tormented by feelings of remorse, when he fancied he heard the gallop of a horse at the end of the street.

Such was indeed the case, for soon after a cavalier, wrapped in his cloak, made his appearance.

The cavalier drew up in the middle of the street, and seemed to be looking about him to see where he was.

The cavalier then perceived the group which was formed by the litter and its bearers.

He drove his horse against them.  He was armed, for the rattling of his sword against his spurs could be distinctly heard.

The bearers of the litter seemed desirous of barring his passage, but he addressed a few words to them in a low tone of voice, and not only did they withdraw with every mark of respect, but one of them, as he sprang to the ground from his horse, even received the bridle from his hand.  The unknown advanced toward the door and knocked loudly.

“Well,” said Chicot, “I was right in remaining, after all; my presentiments, which told me that something was going to take place, have not deceived me.  Here is the husband, poor Ernanton; we shall presently be witness of something serious.

“If, however, it be the husband he is very kind to announce his return in so riotous a manner.”

Notwithstanding the magisterial manner in which the unknown thundered at the door, some hesitation seemed to be shown in opening it.

“Open!” cried he who was knocking.

“Open! open!” repeated the bearers.

“There is no doubt it is the husband,” resumed Chicot; “he has threatened the men that he will have them whipped or hanged, and they have declared themselves on his side.

“Poor Ernanton, he will be flayed alive.

“Oh! oh!  I shall not suffer such a thing, however,” added Chicot.

“For in fact,” he resumed, “he assisted me; and consequently, when an opportunity presents itself, I ought to help him.  And it seems to me that the opportunity has now arrived, or it never will do so.”

Chicot was resolute and generous, and curious into the bargain; he unfastened his long sword, placed it under his arm, and hurriedly ran down the staircase.

He could open his door noiselessly, which is an indispensable piece of knowledge for any one who may wish to listen with advantage.

Chicot glided under the balcony, then behind a pillar, and waited.

Hardly had he installed himself there, when the door opposite was opened immediately the unknown had whispered a word through the keyhole, and yet he did not venture beyond the threshold.