"Behold, citizen, what I secrete, and what I desire to keep.

Behold all that I have left to secrete or to desire! There is nothing more." "Throw it down!" screamed Francois; "many a witch has been burnt for less--throw it down." The colour began to flood over Monsieur the Viscount's face; but still he spoke gently, and with bated breath.

"If you wish me to suffer, citizen, let this be my witness that I have suffered.

I must be very friendless to desire such a friend.

I must be brought very low to ask such a favour.