"Give it me."
"Here it is."
And the knife fell at Gaston's feet.
"Now, shall I send back the bell?"
"Yes; for my jailers might miss it to-morrow morning, and you do not want light for your conversation with Pompadour."
"No; certainly not."
And the bell was drawn up.
"Now," said the chevalier, "you must have something to drink with your sweets, and I will send you a bottle of champagne."
"Thank you," said Gaston, "do not deprive yourself of it; I do not care much for it."
"Then when you have made the hole, you shall pass it to Pompadour, who is of a very different opinion. Stay, here it is."