"It is odd, then, that you are not more accustomed to all this."
Aramis perceived that to avoid giving rise to any suspicions he must summon all his strength of mind to his assistance. Baisemeaux, who carried the keys, opened the door. "Stay outside," he said to the jailer, "and wait for us at the bottom of the steps." The jailer obeyed and withdrew.
Baisemeaux entered the first, and opened the second door himself. By the light which filtered through the iron-barred window could be seen a handsome young man, short in stature, with closely cut hair, and a beard beginning to grow; he was sitting on a stool, his elbow resting on an armchair, and all the upper part of his body reclining against it. His dress, thrown upon the bed, was of rich black velvet, and he inhaled the fresh air which blew in upon his breast through a shirt of the very finest cambric. As the governor entered the young man turned his head with a look full of indifference, and on recognizing Baisemeaux he arose and saluted him courteously. But when his eyes fell upon Aramis, who remained in the background, the latter trembled, turned pale, and his hat, which he held in his hand, fell upon the ground, as if all his muscles had become relaxed at once. Baisemeaux, habituated to the presence of his prisoner, did not seem to share any of the sensations which Aramis experienced, but, with all the zeal of a good servant, he busied himself in arranging on the table the pastry and crawfish he had brought with him. Occupied in this manner, he did not remark how disturbed his guest had become. When he had finished, however, he turned to the young prisoner and said: "You are looking very well — are you so?"
"Quite well, I thank you, monsieur," replied the young man.
The effect of the voice was such as almost to overpower Aramis, and, notwithstanding his control over himself, he advanced a few steps toward him, with his eyes wide open, and his lips trembling. The movement he made was so marked that Baisemeaux, notwithstanding his occupation, observed it. "This gentleman is an architect, who has come to examine your chimney," said Baisemeaux; "does it smoke?"
"Never, monsieur."
"You were saying just now," said the governor, rubbing his hands together, "that it was not possible for a man to be happy in prison; here, however, is one who is so. You have nothing to complain of, I hope?"
