"Then, your highness, have you the heart——"
"Yes, yes," cried the chevalier, in an explosion of rage, "yes, no pity for the infamous creature who has so unworthily outraged me! All the better, my vengeance commences but the sooner. I will show you that you have no pity to look for from me; you shall see!" He struck a bell.
"What are you going to do, your highness."
"Your faithful Mirette will come; you shall yourself give her the order to send to Captain Ralph to prepare everything on board the Chameleon to set sail at daybreak."
"Ah, your highness, it is barbarous to make me give the order, myself."
"Obey, madame, obey."
Mirette appeared. Angela gave the order in a broken voice.
"I have obeyed you, and now your highness, in pity grant me a last favor in the name of our past love."
"Oh, yes, by St. George!" cried Croustillac, "past? oh, past, decidedly."
"Allow me one moment, your highness, the favor of an interview."