Unfortunately for Andurillo, the room wherein he landed was occupied. Two women slept in a bed, and the sound of his landing had awakened them.
"For pity's sake!" he cried. "Do not call, spare me! I do not wish to do you any harm!"
"Andurillo the murtherer!" cried one of the women.
"Éowénie! Mlle. de Sacqueville-Danglars!" murmured Pseudonimi, passing from dread to stupor.
"Au secours! Au secours!" cried Mlle. d'Affadondilly pulling the bell with even more strength than her companion.
"Save me, I am pursued!" said Andurillo with joined hands. "For pity, for mercy, do not deliver me!"
"Eh bien, soit!" said Éowénie. "Leave the way you came, wretch, and we will say nothing."
But at that moment, a violent blow struck the door and caused the bolt to jump out, while a menacing voice said, "Open, in the name of the Mordeaux I would be drinking right now if I hadn't been called away from the soirée at the shirriferie!"
