"The angel of God!"

"Ah! Chicot, it was a frightful voice."

"Was it like the sound of a trumpet?"

"'Are you there?' continued the voice, 'do you hear, hardened
sinner; are you determined to persevere in your iniquities?'"

"Ah, really; he said very much the same as other people, it seems
to me."

"Then, Chicot, followed many other reproaches, which I assure
you were most painful."

"But tell me what he said, that I may see if he was well informed?"

"Impious! do you doubt?"

"I? all that astonishes me is, that he waited so long to reproach
you. So, my son, you were dreadfully afraid?"

"Oh, yes, the marrow seemed to dry in my bones."

"It is quite natural; on my word, I do not know what I should
have done in your place. And then you called?"

"Yes."

"And they came?"