"And you became a conspirator with a chance of happiness before you? I do not understand you; I thought people conspired from despair, as they marry when they have no other resource." "When I joined the conspiracy I did not love." "And afterward?" "I would not draw back." "Bravo! that is what I call character. Have you been tortured?" "No; but I had a narrow escape." "Then you will be." "Why so?" "Because I have been; and it would be unfair to treat us differently. Look at the state of my clothes." "Which did they give you?" asked Gaston, shuddering at the recollection of what had passed between D'Argenson and himself. "The water. They made me drink a barrel and a half; my stomach was like a bladder; I did not think I could have held so much." "And did you suffer much?" asked Gaston, with interest. "Yes; but my temperament is robust--the next day I thought no more of it. It is true that since then I have drunk a great deal of wine. If you have to choose, select the water--it cleans. All the mixtures doctors give us are only a means of making us swallow water. Fangon says the best doctor he ever heard of was Doctor Sangrado; he only existed in Le Sage's brain, or he would have done miracles." "You know Fangon?" asked Gaston, surprised. "By reputation; besides, I have read his works. But do you intend to persist in saying nothing?" "Doubtless." "You are right. I should tell you, if you regret life so much as you say, to whisper a few words to M. d'Argenson, but he is a talker who would reveal your confession." "I will not speak, be assured; these are points on which I do not need strengthening." "I believe it; pardieu! you seem to me like Sardanapalus in your tower. Here I have only M. de Laval, who takes medicine three times a day--it is an amusement he has invented. Well, tastes differ; and perhaps he wants to get accustomed to the water." "But did you not say I should certainly be condemned?" "Do you wish to know the whole truth?" "Yes." "Well, D'Argenson told me that you were." Gaston turned pale, in spite of his courage. La Jonquiere remarked it. "However," said he, "I believe you might save yourself by certain revelations." "Why, do you think I should do what you refused?" "Our characters and our positions are different--I am no longer young--I am not in love--I do not leave a mistress in tears." Gaston sighed. "You see there is a great difference between us; when did you ever hear me sigh like that?" "Ah! if I die, his excellency will take care of Helene." "And if he be arrested?" "You are right." "Then--" "God will protect her." "Decidedly you are young," said La Jonquiere. "Explain." "Suppose his excellency be not arrested?" "Well." "What age is he?" "Forty-five or six, I suppose." "And if he fell in love with Helene; is not that her name?" "The duke fall in love with her! he to whose protection I confided her! it would be infamous!" "The world is full of infamy; that is how it gets on."