“Then he has the windows.”
“Ah! the windows, bravo, Schomberg; would you jump forty-five feet?”
“I confess that forty-five feet——”
“Yes, and he who is lame, and heavy, and timid as——”
“You,” said Schomberg.
“You know I fear nothing but phantoms—that is an affair of the nerves.”
“The last phantom was,” said Quelus, “that all those whom he had killed in duels appeared to him one night.”
“However,” said Maugiron, “I have read of wonderful escapes; with sheets, for instance.”
“Ah! that is more sensible. I saw myself, at Bordeaux, a prisoner who escaped by the aid of his sheets.”
“You see, then?”