"Why this most unnecessary precaution?" the Count asked him. "No one ever knows what may happen, sir," the gaoler replied, cunningly; "it is as well to take precautions; and stay, if I were you I would put on my hat and take my cloak." And while speaking thus, the soldier actively helped him to pack his trunk. "There, that's done," he said, with a grin of satisfaction, when the Count had taken out the key; "here are your hat and cloak." "My hat, if you like," the young man remarked, laughingly, "but why my cloak? I run no risk of catching a pleurisy in my short walk to the Governor's presence." "Will you not take it?" "Certainly not." "Then I will; you'll see you will want it." The young gentleman shrugged his shoulders, without replying, and they left the room, the door of which the gaoler did not take the trouble to lock after him. The Major was walking up and down his room while awaiting the prisoner. La Grenade showed him in, laid the cloak on a chair, and withdrew. "Ah, ah!" said the Major, with a laugh--"I see that you suspected something." "I, Mr. Governor? What was it, if you please?" "Zounds! you appear to be dressed as if for a journey." "It is that ass of La Grenade, who, I know not for what reason, obliged me to put on my hat, and insisted on bringing my cloak here." "He was right." "How so?" "My lord, I have the honour to inform you that you are a free man." "I free!" the Count exclaimed, turning pale with joy and emotion. "The King has deigned to sign your liberation, and I received the orders on landing at Antibes." "At last!" the Count burst forth, but then immediately recovered himself. "Can you show me the order, sir?" "Excuse me, my lord, that is forbidden." "Ah! For what reason?" "It is a general precaution, sir." "In that case I will not press it: at least, you are permitted to tell me at whose request my liberty was granted me?" "I see no objection to that, sir--it was at the request of the Duc de Bellegarde." "The dear Duke!--a real friend!" the Count cried, in great emotion. The Major, with the utmost coolness, handed him a pen, and pointed to a blank space in the register. "Will you be kind enough, sir, to sign this register?" The Count hurriedly perused it, and saw that it was a species of certificate of the honourable way he had been treated during the period of his detention. He signed. "Now, sir, as I am free, for I presume I am so--" "Free as a bird, my lord." "In that case I can retire. I know not why, but during the last instant these thick, gloomy walls, seem to stifle me, and I shall not breathe at my ease till I feel myself in the open air." "I understand that, sir. I have made every preparation, and we will embark whenever you please." "_We?_" the Count asked, in surprise. "Yes, my lord, I shall accompany you." "For what reason, may I ask?" "To do you honour, sir--for no other reason." "Very good," he said, thoughtfully; "let us go, then; but I have some traps here."