Come with me to the keep, monseigneur, you shall see Marchiali." Fouquet darted out of the room, followed by Baisemeaux as he wiped the perspiration from his face.

"What a terrible morning!" he said; "what a disgrace for _me!_" "Walk faster," replied Fouquet.
Baisemeaux made a sign to the jailer to precede them.

He was afraid of his companion, which the latter could not fail to perceive.
"A truce to this child's play," he said, roughly.

"Let the man remain here; take the keys yourself, and show me the way.

Not a single person, do you understand, must hear what is going to take place here." "Ah!" said Baisemeaux, undecided.
"Again!" cried M.Fouquet.