"So, while the others took their siesta, we cut our irons with a strand of the hair of Luthienne that the Snowman had given us, and escaped by swimming."
"And what happened to Trascoletto?"
"I know nothing."
"You lie!" said the abbé Glorfindoni, with an accent of irresistible authority. "You lie! That man is still your friend, and you serve as his accomplice, perhaps?"
"Oh! Monsieur l’abbé ..."
"Since you left the gatehouse in l’Archet, how have you lived?"
"As I could."
"You lie! You have lived on the money he has given you."
"It is true," said Buttrebeurrousse, terrified. "Trascoletto has become the son of a grand seigneur."
"And what name do you give this grand seigneur?"
"The Count of Monte Fato, the same in whose palais we now are."
"Trascoletto the son of the Count?" replied Monte Fato, astonished.
