Ha, citizen," he continued, observing Lomaque at the other end of the hall, and bustling up to him.

"Here still, eh?
If you were going to stop much longer, I should ask a favor of you." "I am in no hurry," said Lomaque, with a glance at the two prisoners.
"Good!" cried the humpback, drawing his hand across his mouth; "I am parched with thirst, and dying to moisten my throat at the wine-shop over the way.

Just mind that man and woman while I'm gone, will you?
It's the merest form--there's a guard outside, the windows are barred, the tribunal is within hail.

Do you mind obliging me ?" "On the contrary, I am glad of the opportunity." "That's a good fellow--and, remember, if I am asked for, you must say I was obliged to quit the court for a few minutes, and left you in charge." With these words, the humpbacked jailer ran off to the wine-shop.
He had scarcely disappeared before Trudaine crossed the room, and caught Lomaque by the arm.
"Save her," he whispered; "there is an opportunity--save her!" His face was flushed--his eyes wandered--his breath on the chief agent's cheek, while he spoke, felt scorching hot.

"Save her!" he repeated, shaking Lomaque by the arm, and dragging him toward the door.