Capitola turned very pale, but not with fear, though Black Donald thought she did, and roared with laughter.
"Have you done your supper?" she asked, with a sort of awful calmness.
"Yes my duck," replied the outlaw, pouring the last of the egg-nog into his goblet, drinking it at a draught and chuckling as he set down the glass.
Capitola then lifted the stand with the refreshments to remove it to its usual place.
"What are you going to do, my dear?" asked Black Donald.
"Clear away the things and set the room in order," said Capitola, in the same awfully calm tone.
"A nice little housewife you'll make, my duck!" said Black Donald.
Capitola set the stand in its corner and then removed her own armchair to its place before the dressing bureau.
Nothing now remained upon the rug except Black Donald seated in the armchair!
Capitola paused; her blood seemed freezing in her veins; her heart beat thickly; her throat was choked; her head full nearly to bursting, and her eyes were veiled by a blinding film.