"Then you must trust to chance, monsieur."
"I have never found it propitious."
"The more reason that it should weary of persecuting you."
"I am a Breton, and Bretons trust only in God."
"Take that as my meaning when I said chance."
Gaston retired, charmed with the manners and attentions of M. de Launay.
CHAPTER XXVII.
HOW THE NIGHT PASSED IN THE BASTILLE WHILE WAITING FOR THE DAY.
Gaston had already, on the preceding night, asked for a light, and been told that it was against the rules—this night he did not renew the request, but went quietly to bed; his morning's visit to the torture-room had given him a lesson in philosophy.
Thus, rather from youthful carelessness than from force of will or courage, he slept quietly and soundly.