"How wild you look, Angelot! Is any one dying?"
"No, no!"
"Why does he not send for his own priest?"
"Because he wants a discreet man. He wants you."
The Curé began to hurry about the room.
"By the bye, take your vestments," said Angelot in a lower tone. "He wants you to say mass in the chapel. Take everything you ought to have. I will carry it all for you."
"The chapel is not in a fit state—and who will serve at the mass?"
"I will—or he will find somebody. Oh, trust me, Monsieur le Curé, and come, or I shall have to carry you."
"But you, Ange—I thought—"
"Don't think! All your thoughts are wrong."