People emerged from the houses, forming groups in the streets, and they all watched Roland with curiosity.

He rang the bell of the gate, situated then where it is now, but opening into the prison yard.

A jailer opened it for them.
"Ah, ah! so you are still here, Father Courtois ?" asked the young man.
Then, turning to Sir John, he added: "A fine name for a jailer, isn't it, my lord ?" The jailer looked at the young man in amazement.
"How is it," he asked through the grating, "that you know my name, when I don't know yours ?" "Good! I not only know your name, but also your opinions.

You are an old royalist, Pere Courtois." "Monsieur," said the jailer, terrified, "don't make bad jokes if you please, and say what you want." "Well, my good Father Courtois, I would like to visit the cell where they put my mother and sister, Madame and Mademoiselle Montrevel." "Ah!" exclaimed the gatekeeper, "so it's you, M.Louis?
You may well say that I know you.

What a fine, handsome young man you've grown to be!" "Do you think so, Father Courtois?
Well, I can return the compliment.
Your daughter Charlotte is, on my word, a beautiful girl.