Mademoiselle de Launay started; she had been carrying on a conversation with Dumesnil, which had been greatly exciting the jealousy of Maison-Rouge, who was in love with her. When dinner was over, the governor conducted each guest back to his own room, and when it came to Gaston's turn he asked M. de Launay if he could have some razors, instruments which appeared necessary in a place where such elegant company was assembled. "Monsieur le Chevalier," said the governor, "I am distressed to refuse you a thing of which I see the necessity; but it is against the rules for any one to shave themselves unless they have special permission from the lieutenant of police--no doubt you will obtain the permission if you apply for it." "But are those gentlemen whom I met here privileged, for they were well dressed and shaved?" "No, they all had to ask permission; the Duc de Richelieu remained for a month with a beard like a patriarch." "I find it difficult to reconcile such severity in detail with the liberty I have just seen." "Monsieur, I also have my privileges, which do not extend to giving you books, razors, or pens, but which allow me to invite to my table such prisoners as I choose to favor--always supposing that it is a favor. True, it is stipulated that I shall give an account of anything which is spoken against the government, but by preventing my guests from touching on politics, I avoid the necessity of betraying them." "Is it not feared, monsieur," said Gaston, "that this intimacy between you and your prisoners should lead to indulgences on your part, which might be contrary to the intentions of the government?" "I know my duty, monsieur, and keep within its strict limits; I receive my orders from the court, and my guests--who know that I have nothing to do with them--bear me no ill will for them. I hope you will do the same." "The precaution was not unnecessary," said Gaston, "for doubtless I shall not long be left in the enjoyment of the pleasure I have had to-day." "You have doubtless some protector at court?" "None," said Gaston. "Then you must trust to chance, monsieur." "I have never found it propitious." "The more reason that it should weary of persecuting you." "I am a Breton, and Bretons trust only in God." "Take that as my meaning when I said chance." Gaston retired, charmed with the manners and attentions of M. de Launay. CHAPTER XXVII. HOW THE NIGHT PASSED IN THE BASTILLE WHILE WAITING FOR THE DAY. Gaston had already, on the preceding night, asked for a light, and been told that it was against the rules--this night he did not renew the request, but went quietly to bed; his morning's visit to the torture-room had given him a lesson in philosophy. Thus, rather from youthful carelessness than from force of will or courage, he slept quietly and soundly.