Pontcalec and Talhouet raised their hands; thus the majority was fixed.
This deliberation in the open street might have seemed absurd, had it not involved in its results the question of life or death to four of the noblest gentlemen in Bretagne.
"Well," said Montlouis, "it appears, Du Couëdic, that we were wrong: and now, marquis, we obey your orders."
"See what I do," said Pontcalec, "and then do as you like."
And he walked straight up to his house, followed by his three friends.
Arriving at the door, he tapped a soldier on the shoulder.
"My friend," said he, "call your officer, I beg."
The soldier passed the order to the sergeant, who called the captain.
"What do you want?" asked the latter.——"I want to come into my house."
"Who are you?"