The prioress breathed, and then turned to Fauchelevent. "Father Fauvent, is it settled?"
"You will close the coffin, and the sisters will carry it into the chapel. The office for the dead will be read, and then we shall return to the cloisters. Between eleven and twelve you will come with your iron bar, and everything will be performed with the utmost secrecy; there will be no one in the chapel but the four singing mothers, Mother Ascension, and yourself."
"And the sister who will be at the post?"
"She will not listen. Moreover, what the convent knows the world is ignorant of."
There was another pause, after which the prioress continued,--
"You will remove your bell, for it is unnecessary for the sister at the stake to notice your presence."
"Has the physician of the dead paid his visit?"
"He will do so at four o'clock to-day; the bell has been rung to give him notice. But do you not hear any ringing?"
"I only pay attention to my own summons."
"Reverend Mother, I shall require a lever at least six feet long."
"Where there are plenty of gratings there are plenty of iron bars. I have a pile of old iron at the end of the garden."
"About three quarters of an hour before midnight, do not forget."
"If you have other jobs like this, my brother is a strong fellow for you,--a Turk."
"I cannot do things quickly, for I am infirm, and for that reason require an assistant. I halt."
"Halting is not a crime, and may be a blessing. The Emperor Henry II., who combated the Anti-pope Gregory, and re-established Benedict VIII., has two surnames,--the saint and the cripple."
"Two excellent surtouts," muttered Fauchelevent, who really was rather hard of hearing.
"Father Fauvent, now I think of it, take a whole hour, for it will not be too much. Be at the High Altar with your crowbar at eleven o'clock, for the service begins at midnight, and all must be finished a good quarter of an hour previously."
"I will do everything to prove my zeal to the community. I will nail up the coffin, and be in the chapel at eleven o'clock precisely; the singing mothers and Mother Ascension will be there. Two men would be better; but no matter, I shall have my crowbar. We will open the vault, let down the coffin, and close it again. After that there will not be a trace, and the Government will have no suspicion. Reverend Mother, is all arranged thus?"