The place where he lay was a hall or passage in the prison, into which several cells opened, and a number of the prisoners were gathered together at one end of it.

One of them had watched the proceedings of the Jacobin and his victim with profound interest, and now advanced to where the poor youth lay.

He was a priest, and though thirteen years had passed over his head since we saw him in the chateau, and though toil and suffering and anxiety had added the traces of as many more, yet it would not have been difficult to recognize the towering height, the candid face, and, finally, the large thumb in the little book of -- --, Monsieur the Preceptor, who had years ago exchanged his old position for a parochial cure.

He strode up to the gaoler (whose head came a little above the priest's elbow), and, drawing him aside, asked, with his old abruptness, "Who is this ?" "It is the Vicomte de B----.

I know his face.