'Left wheel, my friends! To the Chatelet! March!' 'There are worse places,' I said, and resigned myself to fate.

After all, I had been in a prison before, and learned that only one jail lets no prisoner escape.
But when I found that my friend's orders were to hand me over to the watch, and that I was to be confined like any common jail-bird caught cutting a purse or slitting a throat, I confess my heart sank.

If I could get speech with the Cardinal, all would probably be well; but if I failed in this, or if the case came before him in strange guise, or if he were in a hard mood himself, then it might go ill with me.

The edict said, death! And the lieutenant at the Chatelet did not put himself to much trouble to hearten me.

'What! again M.de Berault ?' he said, raising his eyebrows as he received me at the gate, and recognised me by the light of the brazier which his men were just kindling outside.