"I did, monseigneur."
"Obey, then."
"Write yourself, monseigneur," said Dubois.
"And why?"
"Because nothing shall induce this hand to sign your highness's ruin," said Dubois.
"More words," said the regent, impatiently.
"Not words, but facts, monseigneur. Is M. de Chanlay a conspirator, or is he not?"
"Yes, certainly! but my daughter loves him."
"A fine reason for setting him at liberty."
"It may not be a reason to you, abbe, but to me it is, and a most sacred one. He shall leave the Bastille at once."