"There is no getting them out, unless we have tools to cut away all the stonework round them." "I suppose there is no chance of cutting through them ?" O'Sullivan asked.
"There is not," O'Neil said.

"We have not got such a thing as a knife about us.

If we had, we could never saw through these thick bars; it would take a year of Sundays." "You are rather a Job's comforter.

Now, do you get down, and let Kennedy and myself have a chance of a breath of fresh air, to say nothing of the view." A few minutes satisfied O'Sullivan, but Desmond, when he took his place, sat there considerably longer; while the other two, throwing themselves on their pallets, chatted gaily about Paris and their friends there.
"Well, what conclusions do you arrive at ?" they asked, when he leapt down from his seat.
"They are not very cheering," he replied, "and I recognize fully that we cannot possibly make our escape, without aid from without." "That is the same as to say that we cannot make our escape at all." "Not exactly.

We have found one unknown friend, who supplied us with our dinners.