With that Cauvignac stepped toward Canolles and held out his hand, which Canolles grasped in both of his own and pressed affectionately.
Meanwhile Cauvignac was looking at him with a strange expression.
"What do you want?" said Canolles; "have you any request to make?"
"Yes."
"Then make it boldly."
"Do you sometimes pray?
"Yes."
"Well, then, when you pray, say a word for me." He turned to the jailer, whose impatience was visibly increasing.
"I am Madame Nanon de Lartigues' brother," said he; "come, my friend—"
The jailer did not wait for him to say it a second time, but hastily left the room, followed by Cauvignac, who waved a last farewell to Canolles from the threshold.