"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.