The leader of these unfortunate young men, the Baron Charles de Sainte-Hermine, asked me as a favor to put them in cage No.1.You know that's the name we give our cells.

I did not think I ought to refuse him that consolation, knowing how the poor fellow loved you.

Oh, don't be uneasy, Mademoiselle Amelie, I will never breathe your secret.

Then he questioned me, asking which had been your mother's bed, and which yours.
I told him, and then he wanted his to stand just where yours did.

That wasn't hard, for the bed was not only in the same place, but it was the very one you had used.