Jacques Collin, known as Trompe-la-Mort, had escaped from Rochefort almost as soon as he was recaptured, profiting by the example of the famous Comte de Sainte-Helene, while modifying all that was ill planned in Coignard's daring scheme.
He sat down, took his snuff-box out of his pocket, and looked quite disconsolate when he found it void of tobacco. I took a seat at his side, agitated, crestfallen. Coignard's discourse caused me acute pain.
But as luck would have it, my feet lighted on a root which held me up as I crouched there with my arms round the best of masters and this despairing young thing. Presently, coming to the end of her strength and courage, she fell back on M. l'Abbé Coignard's breast, and we managed all three to scramble to the top of the bank again.
"Take care to remember," I told her, "that my room is the fourth on the right of the corridor and Abbe Coignard's the fifth. The others give access to the lofts, where two or three scullions lodge, and hundreds of rats." She assured me that she would be very careful not to make a mistake, and would scratch on my door and not on any other.