"Love of a baby boy to his mammy! I do not know any chap who has more vice than this scamp. Go and get me a candle, that you may light me down to see _fourline_, and you can help me to open his door. You know that I can hardly push it by myself." "Well, no, it is so very dark in the cellar," said Tortillard, shaking his head. "What! What! You who are as wicked as devil to be a coward? I like to see that, indeed! Go directly, and tell your father that I shall be with him almost immediately; that I am with _fourline_; and that we are talking of putting up the banns for our marriage. He, he, he!" added the disgusting wretch, grinning. "So make haste, and you shall be bridesman, and, if you are a good boy, you shall have my garter." Tortillard went, with a sulky air, to fetch a light. Whilst she was waiting for him, the Chouette, perfectly intoxicated with the success of her robbery, put her hand into her basket to feel the precious jewels it enclosed. It was for the purpose of temporarily concealing this treasure that she desired to descend into the Schoolmaster's cellar, and not, according to her habit, to enjoy the torments of her new victim. We will presently explain why, with Bras-Rouge's connivance, the Chouette had immured the Schoolmaster in the very subterranean cave into which this miscreant had formerly precipitated Rodolph. Tortillard, holding a light, now appeared at the door of the cabaret. The Chouette followed him into the lower room, in which opened the trap with the folding-doors, with which we are already acquainted. Bras-Rouge's son, sheltering the light in the hollow of his hand, and preceding the old woman, slowly descended a stone staircase, which led to a sharp declivity, at the end of which was the thick door of the cellar which had so nearly proved Rodolph's grave. When he reached the bottom of the staircase, Tortillard pretended to hesitate in following the Chouette. "Well, now, you little vagabond, go on!" she said. "Why, it is so dark; and you go so fast, Chouette! And, indeed, I'd rather go back again, and leave you the light." "And then, foolish imp, how am I to open the cellar door by myself? Will you come on?" "No, I am so frightened!" "If I begin with you! Mind--" "If you threaten me, I'll go back again!" and Tortillard retreated several paces. "Well, listen to me, now,--be a good boy," said the Chouette, repressing her anger, "and I'll give you something." "Well, what?" said Tortillard, coming up to her. "Speak to me so always, and I'll do anything you wish me, Mother Chouette." "Come, come, I'm in a hurry!" "Yes; but promise me that I may have some fun with the Schoolmaster." "Another time; I haven't time to-day." "Only a little bit,--just let me tease him for five minutes?" "Another time; I tell you that I want to return up-stairs as quickly as possible." "Why, then, do you want to open the door of his apartment?"