'Beware of fire near the powder magazine;' or, 'Look close after such and such a one, who is clever at escaping,' Ah! if you only knew, monseigneur, how many times I have been suddenly awakened from the very sweetest, deepest slumber, by messengers arriving at full gallop to tell me, or rather, bring me a slip of paper containing these words: 'Monsieur de Baisemeaux, what news ?' 'Tis clear enough that those who waste their time writing such orders have never slept in the Bastile.

They would know better; they have never considered the thickness of my walls, the vigilance of my officers, the number of rounds we go.

But, indeed, what can you expect, monseigneur?
It is their business to write and torment me when I am at rest, and to trouble me when I am happy," added Baisemeaux, bowing to Aramis.

"Then let them do their business." "And do you do yours," added the bishop, smiling.
Francois re-entered; Baisemeaux took from his hands the minister's order.

He slowly undid it, and as slowly read it.