"Take him to the salon of the portraits."
The valet left; the colonel said to the Cardinal, whom he saw angrily picking up his hat and moving towards the door:
"For God's sake, uncle, do not go away angry, in that way—"
"I am not going away angry; I am going away ashamed."
"Come, dear uncle, you will think better of me."
"Will you, yes or no, depart with me for England?"
"Impossible, uncle."
"Then go to the devil!" was the rather uncanonical shout with which the Cardinal furiously took his leave, slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER VI.
JOEL AND NEROWEG.
Marik Lebrenn had been taken by order of the Count of Plouernel into a richly furnished salon. From the walls hung a number of family portraits.