always reigned a profound silence in the house, which showed that the inmates had retired to rest.  There was an open communication between my room and that of the Superior.  My resolution was, if he refused quietly to surrender the keys, to force him, by fear of the pistol, to deliver them up, and then by their help to gain the street.  I impatiently awaited the moment for executing my purpose.  The porter arrived at his usual time, that is to say, soon after nine o’clock.  I allowed an hour to elapse, in order that the priests as well as the servants might be all asleep.  I at length proceeded with my pistol and a lighted candle.  I first gave a gentle tap at the governor’s door to awaken without alarming him.  I knocked a second time before he heard me; and supposing of course that it was one of the priests who was taken ill and wanted assistance, he got out of bed, dressed himself, and came to the door.  He had, however, the precaution to ask first who it was, and what was wanted?  I was obliged to mention my name, but I assumed a plaintive tone, to make him believe that I was indisposed. `Ah! it is you, my dear boy,’ said he on opening the door; `what can bring you here at this hour?’ I stepped inside the door, and leading him to the opposite side of the room, I declared to him that it was absolutely impossible for me to remain longer at St. Lazare; that the night was the most favourable time for going out unobserved, and that I confidently expected, from his tried friendship, that he would consent to open the gates for me, or entrust me with the keys to let myself out.

“This compliment to his friendship seemed to surprise him.  He stood for a few moments looking at me without making any reply.  Finding that I had no time to lose, I just begged to assure him that I had the most lively sense of all his kindnesses, but that freedom was dearer to man than every other consideration, especially so to me, who had been cruelly and unjustly deprived of it; that I was resolved this night to recover it, cost what it would, and fearing lest he might raise his voice and call for assistance, I let him see the powerful incentive to silence which I had kept concealed in my bosom. `A pistol!’ cried he. `What! my son? will you take away my life in return for the attentions I have shown you?’ `God forbid,’ replied I; `you are too reasonable to drive me to that horrible extremity:  but I am determined to be free, and so firmly determined, that if you defeat my project, I will put an end to your existence.’ `But, my dear son!’ said he, pale and frightened, `what have I done to you?  What reason have you for taking my life?’ `No!’ replied I, impatiently, `I have no design upon your life, if you, yourself, wish to live; open but the doors for me, and you will find me the most attached of friends.’  I perceived the keys upon the table.  I requested he would take them in his hand and walk before me, making as little noise as he possibly could.