by Alexandre Dumas

“ At six o'clock the curate of St. Merri was announced.
The coadjutor glanced rapidly behind and saw that he was followed by another man. The curate then entered, followed by Planchet.
"Your holiness," said the curate, "here is the person of whom I had the honor to speak to you."
Planchet saluted in the manner of one accustomed to fine houses.
"And you are disposed to serve the cause of the people?" asked Gondy.
"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." ”

“ Give the watchword."
"Do you want money?"
"Money never comes amiss at any time, my lord; if one has it not, one must do without it; with it, matters go on much better and more rapidly."
Gondy went to a box and drew forth a bag.
"Here are five hundred pistoles," he said; "and if the action goes off well you may reckon upon a similar sum to-morrow."
"I will give a faithful account of the sum to your lordship," said Planchet, putting the bag under his arm.
"That is right; I recommend the cardinal to your attention."
"Make your mind easy, he is in good hands." ”

“ Are you disposed to obey Count de Rochefort?"
"I would follow him to hell, and that is saying not a little, as I believe him entirely capable of the descent."
"Bravo!"
"By what sign to-morrow shall we be able to distinguish friends from foes?"
"Every Frondist must put a knot of straw in his hat." ”