"What is it?"
"That in consideration of this distraction you will eat a little to-day."
"I will try."
Gaston eat a little chicken and drank a little wine to keep his promise.
In the evening he told Dumesnil what had passed.
"Ma foi," said he, "you are lucky; the Count de Laval had the same idea, and all he got was to be put into a room in the tower Du Tresor, where he said he was dreadfully dull, and had no amusement but speaking to the prison apothecary."
"Diable!" said Gaston, "why did you not tell me that before?"
"I had forgotten it."
This tardy recollection troubled Gaston somewhat; placed as he was between Pompadour, Dumesnil, and Mademoiselle de Launay, his position was tolerable; if he were to be removed, he would be really attacked by the malady he had feigned.
At the appointed time the major of the Bastille came, and led Gaston across several courts, and they stopped at the tower Du Tresor. Every tower had its separate name.