“So this is to be your observatory, Monsieur Lecoq!” remarked Gevrol, with a sneering laugh.
“Yes, sir.”
“You will not be very comfortable here.”
“I shall be less uncomfortable than you suppose; I have brought a large blanket with me, and I shall stretch myself out on the floor and manage to sleep here.”
“So that, night and day, you will have your eye on the prisoner?”
“Yes, night and day.”
“Without giving yourself time to eat or drink?” inquired Gevrol.
“Excuse me! Father Absinthe will bring me my meals, execute any errand I may have, and relieve me at times if necessary.”
The jealous General laughed; but his laugh, loud as it was, was yet a trifle constrained. “Well, I pity you,” he said.
“Very possibly.”