“Well, never mind him. How the devil did you get out of the Louvre?”
“Through the window.”
“Which window?”
“That of my bedroom.”
“Then you knew of the rope-ladder?”
“What rope-ladder?”
“In the cupboard.”
“Ah! it seems you knew it,” cried the prince, turning pale.
“Oh! your highness knows I have sometimes had the happiness of entering that room.”
“In the time of my sister Margot. Then you came in by the window?”