"Your highness, calm yourself."
"You have seen, as I have, a mulatto outlaw. But this shall not stop here, no, by St. George! Yes, I did well to call you. Now my anger boils; the most cruel plans crowd in upon my imagination. Yes, yes, that is it;" said Croustillac, with a meditative air. "I have it at last! I have found a revenge fitting the offence!"
"Your highness, the contempt——"
"The contempt—that is very easy for you to say, sir, contempt. No, sir, there remains another thing; I have found something better, and you shall assist me."
"Your highness, anything that depends upon my zeal, without prejudice to the orders which I have received, and the success of my mission."
"I renounce and cast off this unworthy woman. From this day, from this moment, all is forever at an end between her and me."
"Thank God!" cried De Chemerant, delighted with this resolve; "you could not act more wisely."
"To-morrow at daybreak," said the Gascon, in a curt tone, "she and her odious accomplice will embark on board of one of my vessels."
CHAPTER XXVI.
DEVOTION.