He knew us for the plasterer-men, who had passed an hour before, and only asked, 'Where is Ephraim ?' meaning the turnkey.

'He is stopping behind in the well-house,' Elzevir said, and so we passed on through the hall, where the prisoners were making what breakfast they might of odds and ends, with a savoury smell of cooking and a great patter of French.
At the outer gate was another guard to be passed, but they opened for us without question, cursing Ephraim under their breath, that he did not take the pains to let his own men out.

Then the wicket of the great gates swung-to behind us, and we went into the open again.

As soon as we were out of sight we quickened our pace, and the weather having much bettered, and a fresh breeze springing up, we came back to the Bugle about ten in the forenoon.
I believe that neither of us spoke a word during that walk, and though Elzevir had not yet seen the diamond, he never even took the pains to draw it out of the little parchment bag, in which it still lay hid in his pocket.

Yet if I did not speak I thought, and my thoughts were sad enough.