The abbé lowered his pistol, and changed his tone to one of courtesy.
"You must confess that it is rather an unusual hour for you to come," he said, smiling.
"Honi soit qui mal y pense," said Ivan, putting his weapon into his pocket. "I came at this unusual hour in consequence of a letter which I received this very night, in which I was informed that the castle was in a state of confusion, and the countess was in great need of help."
"The cause of the confusion—"
"Oh, I know, that was also in the letter. Therefore, I have come to do what I can, although I am aware the countess admits no man into her house, especially at this hour."
"She will receive you most certainly. Allow me first to close the door. There is absolutely no one in the house. Take care of the dog on the left-hand side; he is still alive."
"You have shot the other?"
"Yes; you heard the shot and drew your revolver?"
"Naturally. I did not know who might have fired the pistol."
Both men ascended to the apartments of the countess. The abbé entered first to prepare her.