"We mustn't make too much noise," said Charles to me.
"Why not?"
"Because there are people in la pistole."
"Oh! I know that—the prisoners.... I say, I should like to see them."
"They sent me out again just now, saying they wanted to sleep."
"Tell them I also am the son of a general. They must have known my father."
Charles went up to the door.
"Monsieur Lallemand," he said, "there is a playfellow of mine here who comes from Villers-Cotterets and who says you must know his father."
"What is his name?"
"He is called Alexandre Dumas."