The viscount was just about to retire when he heard footsteps in the corridor. The viscount, as we have seen, was very timid; the footsteps startled him, and he listened with all his ears? The footsteps stopped at his door. An instant later some one knocked. "Who's there?" inquired a voice, with such a terrified accent, that Canolles could not have recognized it, had he not already had occasion to study all its variations. "I!" said Canolles. "What! you?" rejoined the voice, passing from terror to dismay. "Yes. Fancy, viscount, that there's not a single unoccupied room in the inn. Your idiot of a Pompée didn't think of me. Not another inn in the whole village--and as your room has two beds--" The viscount glanced in dismay at the two twin beds standing side by side in an alcove, and separated only by a table. "Well, do you understand?" continued Canolles. "I claim one of them. Open the door quickly, I beg, for I am dead with cold--" At that there was a great commotion inside the room, the rustling of clothes and hurried steps. "Yes, yes, baron," said the viscount's voice, more dismayed than ever, "yes, I am coming, I--" "I am waiting. But in pity's name make haste, dear friend, if you don't wish to find me frozen stiff." "Forgive me; but I was asleep, you see--" "What! I thought I saw a light." "No, you were mistaken." And the light was at once extinguished. Canolles made no complaint. "I am here--I can't find the door," the viscount continued. "I should think not," said Canolles. "I hear your voice at the other end of the room. This way, this way--" "Oh! I am looking for the bell to call Pompée." "Pompée is at the other end of the corridor, and will not hear you. I tried to wake him to find out something, but 't was impossible. He is sleeping like the deaf idiot he is." "Then I will call the hostess." "Nonsense! the hostess has given up her bed to one of her guests, and has gone to the attic to sleep. So no one will come, my dear friend. After all, why call anybody? I need no assistance." "But I--" "Do you open the door, and I will thank you. I will feel my way to the bed, turn in, and that's the whole of it. Open the door, I beg." "But there must be other rooms," said the viscount, in despair, "even if they are without beds. It's impossible that there are no other rooms. Let us call and inquire." "But it's after half-past ten, my dear viscount. You will rouse the whole establishment. They will think the house is on fire. The result would be to keep everybody awake all night, and I am dying for want of sleep." These last words seemed to reassure the viscount to some extent. Light steps approached the door, and it was softly opened. Canolles entered and locked the door behind him. The viscount had fled precipitately.