"In a small iron-bound chest."
"Have it all ready. You must take it with you."
"Oh! Canolles, you know that the real treasure of my heart is neither gold nor jewels. Canolles, is this all a mere pretext to send me away from you?"
"Nanon, you deem me a man of honor, do you not? Very good; upon my honor, what I now do is inspired solely by my dread of the danger that threatens you."
"You seriously believe that I am in danger?"
"I believe that Île Saint-Georges will be taken to-morrow."
"How, pray?"
"That I cannot say, but I believe it."
"And suppose I consent to fly?"
"I will do everything in my power to preserve my life, Nanon, I swear."