"They will tell you that the plantation where Devil's Cliff is situated is one of the most beautiful in the island, and that Blue Beard possesses a counting house at Fort St. Pierre, and that this counting house, managed by a man in her employ, sends out each year five or six vessels like the one we have just passed."
"I see how it is, then," said the chevalier in raillery. "Blue Beard is a woman who is weary of riches and the pleasures of this world; in order to distract her thoughts, she is capable of entertaining a buccaneer, a filibuster, and even a cannibal, if her heart so dictates."
"That it pleases her is evident in that she is never bored," replied the captain.
At this moment Father Griffen mounted to the deck. Croustillac said to him, "Father, I have told these gentlemen that we are accused, we Gascons, of telling fibs, but is what they say of Blue Beard the truth?"
The face of Father Griffen, ordinarily placid and joyful, took on a darker hue at once, and he replied gravely to the adventurer, "My son, never breathe the name of this woman."
"But, Father, is it true? She replaces her deceased husbands by a filibuster, a buccaneer and a cannibal?"
"Enough, enough, my son," returned the priest, "I pray you do not speak of Devil's Cliff and what goes on there."
"But, Father, is this woman as rich as they say?" pursued the Gascon, whose eyes were snapping with covetousness; "has she such immense treasures? Is she beautiful? Is she young?"
"May heaven defend me from ascertaining!"
"Is it true that her three husbands have been murdered by her, father? If this be true, how is it that the law has not punished such crimes?"