"Pray do not forget that I am governor of the Tower at present. I go and come as I choose."
"God will punish you for what you have done. There's solace in that."
"As you like, Baron. If it makes it easier for you to feel that God will take a hand in my humble affairs, all well and good. I grant you that delectable privilege."
Baron Dangloss turned his back upon his smiling enemy, his body quivering with passion.
"By the way, Baron, would you care to hear all the latest news from the seat of war? It may interest you to know that the Castle is besieged in most proper fashion. No one—"
"The Castle besieged? Then, by the Eternal, you did not take the Prince!"
"Not at all! He is in the Castle for a few hours of imaginary safety. To-night my men will be admitted to the grounds by friends who have served two masters for a twelve-month or longer."
"Traitors in the Castle?" cried Dangloss in horror. He was now facing the Count.
"Hardly that, my dear sir. Agents, I should call them. Isn't it splendid?"
"You are a—"