"But, sir——"
"Not another word," continued Croustillac, turning toward Angela. "Madame, will you follow me? Is it yes or no?"
"But listen——"
"Is it yes or no?" exclaimed he, walking toward the door; "answer, or I will call De Chemerant."
"But by St. George!" cried Monmouth.
The chevalier was about to open the door when the young woman seized him by the hands with such a beseeching air that he paused in spite of himself.
"Yes, yes, I will go with you," she said, in a frightened manner.
"At last!" said the Gascon, "so be it. Take my arm and let us go; De Chemerant has waited a long time."
"But just a moment—you must know all," said the poor woman hastily. "The Caribbean is in reality the filibuster, or rather the buccaneer and the Caribbean are——"
"Ah, there you go again; do you wish that I should retain my senses?" cried the Gascon, making a desperate effort and running toward the door in order to call De Chemerant.