Then he reached Frasini. Every one was asleep, the doors were shut. Cozma knocked at the door: Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!
“Who is there?” cried a voice from within.
“Who are you?”
“Open!” shouted Cozma.
From within was heard a whispered:
“Open!” “Do not open!” “Open, it is Cozma!”
A light shone through a niche in the wall above the door, and lighted up Cozma’s face. Then a rustling sound became audible, the light was extinguished, and the bar across the door rattled.
Cozma entered the empty courtyard, dismounted by the steps, and pushed open the door.
“The door is open,” he murmured, “the lady is not nervous.”