The sergeant and two soldiers entered it with him; the other two took their places, one beside the driver, and the other behind, and the lumbering vehicle rolled away as rapidly as two sturdy horses could draw it.
All this was passing strange, and Canolles began to feel decidedly nervous.
"Monsieur," said he to the sergeant, "now that we are by ourselves, can you tell me where you are taking me?"
"Why, to prison in the first place, commandant," was the reply.
Canolles stared at the man in dumb amazement.
"What! to prison!" he exclaimed at last. "Do you not come from a lady?"
"We do, indeed."
"And is not that lady Madame la Vicomtesse de Cambes?"
"No, monsieur, that lady is Madame la Princesse de Condé."
"Madame la Princesse de Condé!" cried Canolles.