"Don't you hear us, concierge? have you suddenly gone deaf?"
"Can it be that he's still asleep?"
"That isn't possible; we've made noise enough to wake the dead."
"This silence isn't natural!"
"He doesn't move; can he have had a stroke of apoplexy?"
"We must find out what the matter is. The poor fellow! here we are abusing him, and perhaps he is dead!"
Meanwhile someone had opened the door, and several persons rushed in at the same moment. They ran to the easy-chair and began by turning it round so that they could see the person seated in it; whereupon there were exclamations of surprise on every side.
"It isn't Père Mignon!"
"It isn't the concierge!"
"It's a false concierge!"