At the moment when the door opened, Rodolph recognised by the light of the dram-shop lamps his faithful Murphy, who was waiting for him at the door of the entrance.
The squire's presence always announced some serious and sudden event, for it was he alone who knew at all times where to find the prince.
"What's the matter?" inquired Rodolph, quickly, whilst Rigolette was collecting several things out of the vehicle.
"A terrible circumstance, monseigneur!"
"Speak, in heaven's name!"
"M. the Marquis d'Harville—"
"You alarm me!"
"Had several friends to breakfast with him this morning. He was in high spirits, had never been more joyous, when a fatal imprudence—"
"Pray come to the point—pray!"
"And playing with a pistol, which he did not believe to be loaded—"