They had had all sorts of adventures, that was a night quite out of the ordinary way, more especially as all the town was in commotion about the Archbishop.
"How is he going on ?" inquired Gabriel.
"I believe he died half-an-hour ago," said the bell-ringer.

"When I went up to my house for the keys, a doctor was coming out of the palace and he told one of the canons.

But let us sit down." They all sat down, in their embroidered caps, on the steps of the high altar railing.

Mariano put his bunch of keys on the ground, a mass of iron as big as a club.

There were keys of every age, some of iron, very large, rough and rusty, showing the old hammer marks and with coats of arms near the bows; others, more modern were clean and bright as silver, but they were all very large and heavy, with powerful indented teeth, proportionate to the size of the edifice.
The three friends seemed extraordinarily happy, with a nervous gaiety which made them catch hold of each other and laugh.