He must knock at the little door on the right-hand side of the landing there.
On the very first landing, however, the priest found himself face to face with the young Count who was there receiving the contractors, and who on recognising him became frightfully pale.

They had not met since the tragedy at the Boccanera mansion, and Pierre well realised how greatly his glance disturbed that man, what a troublesome recollection of moral complicity it evoked, and what mortal dread lest he should have guessed the truth.
"Have you come to see me, have you something to tell me ?" the Count inquired.
"No, I am leaving Rome, I have come to wish your father good-bye." Prada's pallor increased at this, and his whole face quivered: "Ah! it is to see my father.

He is not very well, be gentle with him," he replied, and as he spoke, his look of anguish clearly proclaimed what he feared from Pierre, some imprudent word, perhaps even a final mission, the malediction of that man and woman whom he had killed.

And surely if his father knew, he would die as well.

"Ah! how annoying it is," he resumed, "I can't go up with you! There are gentlemen waiting for me.