Although fatigued, I was not able to sleep for some time, and when I did at last sleep I was restless.
I appeared to see in a confused manner in my dreams all the people with whom I had come in contact that day. It was only when day broke that I fell into a sound sleep, and was awakened by the striking of a clock, close to my bed, apparently.
I rang the bell, without rising, for my lazy predecessor had provided a bell-rope close at hand, the only one probably in the village.
Griffo immediately appeared, carrying some warm water; I saw that this valet had been well drilled.
Lucien, he said, had twice inquired whether I was awake, and had told him that if I did not ring before half-past nine he would call me.
It was now twenty-five minutes past nine, so it would not be long before he came.
He soon made his appearance, dressed very elegantly in French style, with a black frock coat and white trowsers.
He noticed that I looked at him with some surprise.
“I hope you are admiring my dress,” he said; “another proof that I am becoming civilized.”