I hope you feel better now.

Command me, pray, if I can be of service to you in any way." Whilst Chauvelin talked he had drawn Armand after him into the lodge of the concierge.

The young man now made a great effort to pull himself vigorously together and to steady his nerves.
He had his wish.

He was inside the Temple prison now, not far from Jeanne, and though his enemy was older and less vigorous than himself, and the door of the concierge's lodge stood wide open, he knew that he was in-deed as effectually a prisoner already as if the door of one of the numerous cells in this gigantic building had been bolted and barred upon him.
This knowledge helped him to recover his complete presence of mind.

No thought of fighting or trying to escape his fate entered his head for a moment.