"Monsieur!... Monsieur!!... Monsieur!!!..."
At the third Monsieur, I groaned, rubbed my eyes and sat up. "Well," I asked, "what is the matter?"
"Oh, don't you hear, monsieur?" Joseph exclaimed, holding his head with his hands.
"How should I hear, you idiot? I was asleep."
"But fighting is going on all round us, monsieur!"
"Really?"
He opened the window.
"Listen! it sounds as if it were in the courtyard."
And, indeed, the firing seemed to me to come from no very distant point.
"The deuce!" I said, "where does it come from?"