“No,” said Thérèse, from the conch, “I will go nowhere with you.”
“Hey-day! what is that?” said Papalier, turning in the direction of the voice. “Yes, you will go, my dear. You are tired to-night, as you well may be. You feel as I do—as if you could not go anywhere, to-morrow or the next day. But we shall be rested and ready enough, when the time comes.”
“I am ready at this moment to go anywhere else—anywhere away from you,” replied Thérèse.
“What do you mean, Thérèse?” asked her master, sharply.
“I mean what you said just now—that I hate you.”
“Oh! silence!” exclaimed Toussaint. He then added in a mild tone to Thérèse, “This is my house, in which God is worshipped and Christ adored, and where therefore no words of hatred may be spoken.” He then addressed himself to Papalier, saying, “You have then fully resolved that it is less dangerous to commit yourself to the Spaniards than to attempt to reach Cap?”
“To reach Cap! What! after the decree? Upon my soul, Toussaint, I never doubted you yet; but if—”
He looked Toussaint full in the face.
“I betray no one,” said Toussaint. “What decree do you speak of?”
“That of the Convention of the 4th of February last.”