Nothing must interfere with the pretty _denouement_ she had so fondly anticipated when Louise's faithful knight came to her.
But the one who had just now alighted was persistent.

The vehicle had been sent away--she heard the sound of receding wheels--and the new arrival wanted to get in.

The bell jerked and jangled unceasingly for a time and then came a crash against the door, as if a stalwart shoulder was endeavoring to break it down.
Madame Cerise laid down her book, placed her _pince-nez_ in the case, and slowly proceeded down the hall.

The door shook with another powerful impact, a voice cried out demanding admittance.
"Who is it, then ?" she called shrilly.
"Open the door, confound you!" was the irritated reply.
The woman reflected.

This was surely young Mershone's voice.