“Most undoubtedly,” said Planchet.
“I am a Frondist from my heart. You see in me, such as I am, a person sentenced to be hung.”
“And on what account?”
“I rescued from the hands of Mazarin’s police a noble lord whom they were conducting back to the Bastile, where he had been for five years.”
“Will you name him?”
“Oh, you know him well, my lord — it is Count de Rochefort.”
“Ah! really, yes,” said the coadjutor, “I have heard this affair mentioned. You raised the whole district, so they told me!”