“Throw him into the Bastile.”
“That is very wise: only choose a dungeon that is deep and safe—such for example, as those which were occupied by the Constable de St. Paul, or Armagnac.”
“Oh! be easy.”
“I know where they sell good black velvet, my son.”
“Chicot! he is my brother.”
“Ah! true; the family mourning is violet. Shall you speak to him?”
“Yes, certainly, if only to show him that his plots are discovered.”
“Hum!”
“Do you disapprove?”
“In your place I should cut short the conversation, and double the imprisonment.”