mon Dieu! there is no need to ask permission.”
At that moment there came a tolerably violent knock on the door.
“Come in,” said the Bishop.
III
The Heroism of Passive Obedience
The door opened.
It opened wide with a rapid movement, as though someone had given it an energetic and resolute push.
A man entered.
We already know the man. It was the wayfarer whom we have seen wandering about in search of shelter.
He entered, advanced a step, and halted, leaving the door open behind him. He had his knapsack on his shoulders, his cudgel in his hand, a rough, audacious, weary, and violent expression in his eyes. The fire on the hearth lighted him up. He was hideous. It was a sinister apparition.