Your watch and ward are admirably kept." Baisemeaux turned pale, thinking that this remark was made ironically, and portended a furious burst of anger.

But Fouquet had recovered his breath, and, beckoning the sentinel and the subaltern, who were rubbing their shoulders, towards him, he said, "There are twenty pistoles for the sentinel, and fifty for the officer.

Pray receive my compliments, gentlemen.

I will not fail to speak to his majesty about you.

And now, M.Baisemeaux, a word with you." And he followed the governor to his official residence, accompanied by a murmur of general satisfaction.