My intendant Rodenard and some twenty of my servants should be somewhere betwixt this and Paris.

Let them be sought for monsieur, and let us pray God that they be still in Languedoc and may be found in time." "It shall be done, monsieur, I promise you," he answered me solemnly.
"But I implore you not to hope too much from it.

Chatellerault has it in his power to act promptly, and you may depend that he will waste no time after what has passed." "Still, we may have two or three days, and in those days you must do what you can, my friend." "You may depend upon me," he promised.
"And meanwhile, Castelroux," said I, "you will say no word of this to any one." That assurance also he gave me, and presently the lights of our destination gleamed out to greet us.
That night I lay in a dank and gloomy cell of the prison of Toulouse, with never a hope to bear company during those dark, wakeful hours.
A dull rage was in my soul as I thought of my position, for it had not needed Castelroux's recommendation to restrain me from building false hopes upon his chances of finding Rodenard and my followers in time to save me.

Some little ray of consolation I culled, perhaps, from my thoughts of Roxalanne.

Out of the gloom of my cell my fancy fashioned her sweet girl face and stamped it with a look of gentle pity, of infinite sorrow for me and for the hand she had had in bringing me to this.
That she loved me I was assured, and I swore that if I lived I would win her yet, in spite of every obstacle that I myself had raised for my undoing..