There was no answer, and the bell pealed again.
“Grannie will be disturbed!” exclaimed the Prophet, addressing himself, passionately to the darkness. “Grannie will be killed by all this uproar.”
The bell pealed again.
“This must cease,” cried the Prophet. “This must and shall cease. I will bring it all to an end once and for ever!”
And, with sudden desperate decision, he shut the window, burst out of the pantry and came upon Madame, who was standing in a somewhat furtive manner by the door that opened into the cellars of the mansion.
“Mr. Vivian,” she began, in a rather subdued voice, “that isn’t a comet, that’s a copper!”
The bell rang again.
“D’you think—d’you think that can be my husband?” continued Madame, still seeming subdued. “I should like him—Do you think it’s him?”
“What?”
“The bell.”