CHAPTER 35And Roland locked me into my cell. The next day my companionsasked what had become of Suzanne and I told them; they were hardlysurprised; all were awaiting the same fate and each, like me,seeing therein a term to their suffering, passionately longed forit. And thus two years went by, Roland indulging in his customarydebauchery, I lingering on with the prospect of a cruel death, whenone day the news went about the chateau that not only were ourmaster's expectations satisfied, not only had he received theimmense quantity of Venetian funds he had wished, but that he hadeven obtained a further order for another six millions incounterfeit coin for which he would be reimbursed in Italy when hearrived to claim payment; the scoundrel could not possibly haveenjoyed better luck; he was goi
