"Yes, and half the rest. I tell thee, mon fils, I have missed thee."
"Give me the key, and pen, ink, and paper. These will do. Thy ink is dry. A little water—so. I shall come down in a minute or two, and take the citizen up with me. After that I shall come down alone. The citizen will be locked up."
"Good. Will he be alive? I will have no tricks; they get one into trouble."
"Alive! Yes; he will howl."
"Ah, he will howl. What shall I get?"
"He will pay to get out."
"He will pay—how much?"
"One—two—three hundred francs."
"Pshaw! Paper?"
"No; gold. At four to-morrow—no later, no sooner—at four to-morrow thou wilt let him out; and, mind thee, Dame Quatre Pattes, this is business of the republic. What happens to him after he is let out is of no moment. He may very likely make a fuss; he is bad-tempered. Wilt thou take the risk?"