The jailer of the night before reappeared, introducing the Comte de Montgommery. "The devil! now the crisis is at hand!" said Arnauld du Thill to himself. "I must be on my guard." He waited anxiously for Gabriel's first word when he should look at him. "Good-morning, my poor Martin-Guerre," Gabriel began. Arnauld breathed again. The Comte de Montgommery had looked him straight in the face as he called him by name. The misunderstanding began again, and Arnauld was saved! "Good-morning, my dear, kind Master," he said to Gabriel, with an effusiveness of gratitude which was in truth not wholly feigned. He had the assurance to add,-- "Is there anything new, Monseigneur?" "The sentence will be pronounced this morning in all probability," Gabriel replied. "At last! God be praised!" cried Arnauld. "I long for the end, I confess. There is no conceivable doubt now,--nothing more to fear, is there, Monseigneur? The right will surely triumph?" "Indeed I hope so," said Gabriel, gazing at Arnauld more intently than ever. "That villanous Arnauld du Thill is reduced to desperate remedies." "Is he really? And what infernal scheme is he hatching now?" asked Arnauld. "Would you believe it?" said Gabriel; "the impostor is trying to renew the old confusion." "Can it be?" cried Arnauld, with uplifted hands. "What is his pretext, in God's name?" "Why, he has the assurance to claim," Gabriel replied, "that after the hearing was at an end, yesterday, the jailers made a mistake, and took him to Arnauld's cell, and you to his." "Is it possible?" said Arnauld, with a capitally feigned gesture of surprise and indignation. "What proof does he give in support of that impudent statement,--upon what does he base it?" "This is what he says," said Gabriel. "It seems that he, like you, was not taken back at once to prison yesterday. The court, when they withdrew to consult, thought that they might desire to question one or both of you further; so the guards left him in the vestibule below, as they left you in the courtyard. Now he swears that was the cause of the error, and that it had been the custom to leave Arnauld in the vestibule and Martin in the courtyard. The jailers, when they went to take their respective prisoners, naturally confused the one with the other, according to his story. As for the guards concerned, they are the same ones who 'have always had charge of the two, and these human machines only know their prisoners, without being able to distinguish their persons. He bases his new claims upon such absurd reasons as those; and he is weeping and shrieking and asking to see me." "Have you seen him, Monseigneur?" asked Arnauld, eagerly. "My faith, no!" said Gabriel. "I am afraid of his tricks and his wiles. He would be quite capable of deceiving me and leading me astray again. The blackguard is so bold and clever withal." "Ah, Monseigneur defends him now!" rejoined Arnauld, feigning discontent.