"This must succeed! This must succeed!"
He heard hurried steps coming up the stairs, and then a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Bobichel!"
It was indeed Bobichel, red and much out of breath.
"Well?" asked Gudel.
"Oh! she is an angel! she had been crying when I got there. She brought me here in her carriage, and she wants to see you."
Gudel strode from the room. On the lower floor he found Irène waiting; she was pale and dressed in black.
"Ah! sir," she said, anxiety sharpening her voice, "tell me what all this means!"
"Fanfar is not dead."