But what the devil are you doing?
Why did you put out the torch?
You're not going to make me eat and sleep here I hope ?" Morgan had in fact extinguished the torch at the foot of the steps leading to the upper floor.
"Give me your hand," said the young man.
Valensolle seized his friend's band with an eagerness that showed how very slight a desire he had to make a longer stay in the gloomy vaults of the dukes of Savoy, no matter what honor there might be in such illustrious companionship.
Morgan went up the steps.

Then, by the tightening of his hand, Valensolle knew he was making an effort.

Presently a stone was raised, and through the opening a trembling gleam of twilight met the eyes of the young men, and a fragrant aromatic odor came to comfort their sense of smell after the mephitic atmosphere of the vaults.
"Ah!" cried Valensolle, "we are in a barn; I prefer that." Morgan did not answer; he helped his companion to climb out of the vault, and then let the stone drop back in its place.
Valensolle looked about him.

He was in the midst of a vast building filled with hay, into which the light filtered through windows of such exquisite form that they certainly could not be those of a barn.
"Why!" said Valensolle, "we are not in a barn!" "Climb up the hay and sit down near that window," replied Morgan.
Valensolle obeyed and scrambled up the hay like a schoolboy in his holidays; then he sat down, as Morgan had told him, before a window.

The next moment Morgan placed between his friend's legs a napkin containing a pate, bread, a bottle of wine, two glasses, two knives and two forks.
"The deuce!" cried Valensolle, "'Lucullus sups with Lucullus.'" Then gazing through the panes at a building with numberless windows, which seemed to be a wing of the one they were in, and before which a sentry was pacing, he exclaimed: "Positively, I can't eat my supper till I know where we are.