“Quit you! why, they have kept me there two hours.”
“Two hours!” cried Henri, terrified.
“Ah, miserable old man that I am!” said Grandchamp; “I have slept while my master was in danger. It is the first time.”
“You were not with us, then, in the confessional?” continued Cinq-Mars, anxiously, while Marie tremblingly pressed against his arm.
“What!” said the Abbe, “did you not see the rascal to whom they gave my key?”
“No! whom?” cried all at once.
“Father Joseph,” answered the good priest.
“Fly! you are lost!” cried Marie.