One woman declared with beatifical satisfaction, "I have slept well." A priest went off carrying his travelling-bag, after wishing a crippled lady "good luck!" Most of them had the bewildered, weary, yet joyous appearance of people whom an excursion train sets down at some unknown station.

And such became the scramble and the confusion in the darkness, that they did not hear the railway _employes_ who grew quite hoarse through shouting, "This way! this way!" in their eagerness to clear the platform as soon as possible.
Sister Hyacinthe had nimbly alighted from her compartment, leaving the dead man in the charge of Sister Claire des Anges; and, losing her head somewhat, she ran off to the cantine van in the idea that Ferrand would be able to help her.

Fortunately she found Father Fourcade in front of the van and acquainted him with the fatality in a low voice.

Repressing a gesture of annoyance, he thereupon called Baron Suire, who was passing, and began whispering in his ear.

The muttering lasted for a few seconds, and then the Baron rushed off, and clove his way through the crowd with two bearers carrying a covered litter.