I had been in it once, years ago, when I had attended the Vicomte on a state visit to the governor.

Ah! that the Vicomte were here now! I advanced to the middle window, which was open.

Then I started back, for outside was the scaffold built level with the floor, and rush-covered like it! Two or three people were lounging on it.

My eyes sought Louis among the group, but in vain.

He was not there: and while I looked for him, I heard a noise behind me, and he came in, guarded by four soldiers with pikes.
His face was pale and grave, but perfectly composed.