“Impossible, monsieur.”
“You have given your word, then?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“Ah, that’s quite another thing; but promise me, if you should not be killed tonight, that you will go tomorrow.”
“I promise it.”
“Do you need money?”
“I have still fifty pistoles. That, I think, is as much as I shall want.”
“But your companions?”
“I don’t think they can be in need of any. We left Paris, each with seventy-five pistoles in his pocket.”
“Shall I see you again before your departure?”