At last, when loud blows were dealt upon the door and a Commissary of Police enjoined them to open it, they were obliged to do so.

Ah! what a moment, and what dismay and shame! Meantime, for more than an hour, Pierre and Guillaume had been waiting for the rain to cease.

Seated in a corner of the glazed verandah they talked in undertones of Barthes' painful affair, and ultimately decided to ask Theophile Morin to dine with them on the following evening, and inform his old friend that he must again go into exile.
"That is the best course," repeated Guillaume.

"Morin is very fond of him and will know how to break the news.

I have no doubt too that he will go with him as far as the frontier." Pierre sadly looked at the falling rain.