"My enemies may discover it to their cost."
"Very good! Now my dear comte—my dear baron—my dear—"
"Vicomte."
"Help me to get into the Châtelet."
"In what capacity?"
"As a prisoner."
"As a prisoner? That's a singular ambition, on my word."
"As you please, but it's my ambition."
"For what purpose do you wish to be committed to the Châtelet?" queried Marmagne, who suspected that this strange desire on the part of the student indicated some new secret which it might be to his advantage to know.
"To any other than you I wouldn't tell it, my good friend," replied Jacques; "or I have learned to my cost, or rather to poor Ascanio's, that I must learn to hold my tongue. But with you it's a different matter. You know that I have no secrets from you."