"Listen!" said Petit-Pierre.
Loud raps were heard upon the gate.
"The devil!" cried the marquis; "that's not one of us."
They all listened attentively.
"Open! open!" cried a voice. "There's not an instant to lose!"
"It is his voice!" exclaimed Mary, eagerly.
"His voice?--whose voice?" said the marquis.
"Yes, I recognize it," said Bertha,--"the voice of young Baron Michel."
"What does that cabbage-grower want here?" said the marquis, making a step toward the door as if to prevent his entrance.
"Let him come, let him come, marquis!" cried Bonneville. "I'll answer for him; there's nothing to fear."