"A proof that I know better than you what goes on in the Bastille; and if I were to speak of some things you do know, you would be still more surprised." "What could you tell me?" "That a week ago one of the officers of the Bastille, and an important one too, received fifty thousand francs to let two women pass with--" "Monsieur, they were--" "I know who they were, what they went for, and what they did. They were Mademoiselle de Valois and Mademoiselle de Charolais; they went to see the Duc de Richelieu, and they eat bon-bons till midnight in the Tour du Coin, where they intend to pay another visit to-morrow, as they have already announced to M. de Richelieu." De Launay turned pale. "Well," continued Dubois, "do you think if I told these kind of things to the regent, who is, as you know, greedy of scandal, that a certain M. de Launay would be long governor of the Bastille? But I shall not say a word, for we must help each other." "I am at your orders, monsieur." "Then I shall find everything ready?" "I promise you; but not a word to monseigneur." "That is right, M. de Launay. Adieu!" "Good," said Dubois, when he was gone; "and now, monseigneur, when you want to marry your daughter to-morrow there shall be only one thing missing--your son-in-law." * * * * * As Gaston passed on the letter to Dumesnil he heard steps in the corridor, and, hastily signing to the chevalier not to speak, he put out the light and began to undress. The governor entered. As it was not his custom to visit his prisoners at this hour, Gaston saw him with alarm, and he noticed that as M. de Launay placed his lamp on the table his hand trembled. The turnkeys withdrew, but the prisoner saw two soldiers at the door. "Chevalier," said the governor, "you told me to treat you as a man--learn that you were condemned yesterday." "And you have come to tell me," said Gaston, who always gained courage in the face of danger, "that the hour of my execution is arrived." "No, monsieur, but it approaches." "When will it be?" "May I tell you the truth, chevalier?" "I shall be most grateful to you." "To-morrow, at break of day." "Where?" "In the yard of the Bastille." "Thank you; I had hoped, however, that before I died I might have been the husband of the young girl who was here yesterday." "Did M. d'Argenson promise you this?" "No, but he promised to ask the king." "The king may have refused." "Does he never grant such favors?" "'Tis rare, monsieur, but not without a precedent." "I am a Christian," said Gaston; "I hope I shall be allowed a confessor." "He is here." "May I see him?" "Directly; at present he is with your accomplice!" "My accomplice! who?" "La Jonquiere, who will be executed with you." "And I had suspected him!" said Gaston. "Chevalier, you are young to die," said the governor. "Death does not count years: God bids it strike and it obeys." "But if one can avert the blow, it is almost a crime not to do so."