"Chevalier," said the governor, "you told me to treat you as a man—learn that you were condemned yesterday."
"And you have come to tell me," said Gaston, who always gained courage in the face of danger, "that the hour of my execution is arrived."
"No, monsieur, but it approaches."
"When will it be?"
"May I tell you the truth, chevalier?"
"I shall be most grateful to you."
"To-morrow, at break of day."
"Where?"
"In the yard of the Bastille."
"Thank you; I had hoped, however, that before I died I might have been the husband of the young girl who was here yesterday."