"_Le Seigneur Noir_!" They clapped their hands. "Yes, let us see him! Nothing could be better. What do you say, Elise?" She started to speak, but for the instant her lips could frame no answer; with a faint, strained smile, confronted them, when some one anticipated her reply-- "Did she not leave it to us? It is we who decide." And a merry party, they swept along, bearing her with them; up the broad stairway, cold, gray in the morn; beneath the abbot's bridge--black, spying span!--to the church, and thence to the isolated space before the guard-house to the dungeons. Here, at the sound of their voices, a man, carrying a bunch of keys--but outwardly the antithesis to the hunchback--peered from the entrance. "Unless I am mistaken, the new jailer!" With a wave of his hand, the Marquis indicated this person. "The commandant was telling me his Excellency had engaged one--from Bicêtre, or Fort l'Evêque, I believe?" "Bicêtre, my Lord!" said the man gravely. "And before that, the Bastille." "Ah!" laughed the nobleman. "That pretty place some of the foolish people are grumbling about! As if we could do without prisons any more than without palaces! But we have come, my good fellow, to inspect this lower world of yours!" The man's glance passed over the paper the Marquis handed him; then silently he moved aside, and unlocked the iron doors. "Are you not coming?" At the threshold the Marquis looked back. When first they had approached the guard-house, involuntarily had the Governor's daughter drawn aside to the ramparts; now, with face half-averted, stood gazing off. "Coming?" Surprised, the Marquis noted her expression; the fixed brightness of her eyes and her parted lips. "Oh, yes!" And turning abruptly, she hastened past him. Would _they_ have to be locked in?--the half-apprehensive query of one of the ladies caused the jailer at first to hesitate and then to answer in the negative. He would leave the doors from the outer room open, and himself await there the visitors' return. With which reassuring promise, he distributed lights; called a guardsman, familiar with the intricate underground passages, and consigned them to his care. One of the gay procession, the Lady Elise stepped slowly forward; the guide proved a talkative fellow, and seemed anxious to answer their many inquiries concerning the place. The _salle de la question_? Yes, it existed; but the ancient torture devices for the "interrogatory ordinary" and the "interrogatory extraordinary" were no longer pressed into service; the King had ordered them relegated to the shelves of the museum. The cabanons, or black holes? Louis XI built them; the _carceres duri_ and _vade in pace_, however, dated from Saint Mauritius, fourth abbot of the Mount. "And the Black Seigneur? How have you accommodated him?" "In the _petit exil_; just to the left! We are going there now."