The night before, the jailer of Sauveterre had said to his wife, at supper,-
"I am tired of the life I am leading here. They have paid me for my place, have not they? Well, I mean to go."
"You are a fool!" his wife had replied. "As long as M. de Boiscoran is a prisoner there is a chance of profit. You don't know how rich those Chandores are.