Appetite."
CHAPTER X.
When Abbé Ledoux had finished reading this note, he reflected a moment in silence, while the canon, repeating the last words of the letter, said, bitterly:
"'And you will be able to hope to find Appetite!' What cruel irony in this pitiless pun!"
"That is singular," said the abbé, thoughtfully. "Did you see the bearer of this note, Dom Diégo?"
"Did I see him? Could I lose this opportunity to speak of him?"
"Well?"
"Ah, well, one would have thought I was speaking Hebrew to this animal. To my most pressing questions, he responded with a stupid air. I was not able to draw from him either the address or the name of the person who had sent me the note."
"And so, canon, it is in obedience to this letter that you have renounced your complaint against this renegade Captain Horace."
"Yes, because I hoped, by my deference to the desires of him who holds my life in his hands, to soften his heart of stone, but alas! this concession has not touched him."