And having opened the door with his latch key, he helped the injured man to ascend the steps.
A little night lamp glimmered faintly in the vestibule.

On hearing the door open, Pierre's servant, Sophie, had at once emerged from the kitchen.

A short, thin, dark woman of sixty, she had formed part of the household for more than thirty years, having served the mother before serving the son.

She knew Guillaume, having seen him when he was a young man, and doubtless she now recognised him, although well-nigh ten years had gone by since he had last crossed that threshold.

Instead of evincing any surprise, she seemed to consider his extraordinary return quite natural, and remained as silent and discreet as usual.