"However, she did not hope to get much out of him, for he is a timid man; but when he entered the garden, where she was walking, and gave her a consultation in the open air, he said to her, 'Hope!' In the mouth of any one else this would have been nothing--in his it was a vast deal; since _we_ are told to hope, _you_ have nothing to fear, as our affairs are intimately connected." "However," said Gaston, "La Jonquiere seemed sure of what he said." At this moment Pompadour knocked. Gaston went to the hole, which, with the aid of his knife, he soon made practicable. "Ask the Chevalier Dumesnil if he does not know anything more from Mademoiselle de Launay." "About what?" "One of us; I overheard some words between the governor and the major at my door--they were, 'condemned to death.'" Gaston shuddered. "Be easy, marquis; I believe they spoke of me." "Diable! that would not make me easy at all; firstly, because we have quickly become friends, and I should be grieved if anything were to happen to you; and, secondly, because what happened to you might well happen to us, our affairs being so similar." "And you believe that Mademoiselle de Launay could remove your doubts." "Yes, her windows look on the arsenal." "Well." "She would have seen if there were anything new going on there to-day." "Ah! she is striking now!" At that moment Mademoiselle de Launay struck two blows, which meant attention. Gaston replied by one, which meant that he was listening. Then he went to the window. A minute after the string appeared with a letter. Gaston took the letter, and went to the hole to Pompadour. "Well?" said the marquis. "A letter," replied Gaston. "What does she say?" "I cannot see, but I will send it to Dumesnil, who will read it." "Make haste." "Pardon," said Gaston, "I am as anxious as you;" and he ran to the chimney. "The string," he cried. "You have a letter." "Yes; have you a light?" "Yes." "Lower the string." Gaston tied on the letter, which was drawn up. "It is for you and not for me," said Dumesnil. "Never mind, read it, and tell me what it is; I have no light, and it would lose time to send me one." [Illustration: MADEMOISELLE DE LAUNAY.--Page 538.] "You permit me?" "Certainly." A moment's silence. "Well," said Gaston. "Diable!" "Bad news, is it not?" "Judge for yourself." And Dumesnil read: "MY DEAR NEIGHBOR--Some judge extraordinary has arrived at the arsenal this evening. I recognized D'Argenson's livery. We shall know more soon, when I see the doctor. A thousand remembrances to Dumesnil." "That is what La Jonquiere told me; it is I that am condemned." "Bah, chevalier," said Dumesnil; "you are too easily alarmed." "Not at all. I know well what to think, and then--hark!" "What!" "Silence; some one is coming." And Gaston went away from the chimney. The door opened, and the major and lieutenant, with four soldiers, came for Gaston, who followed them.