Lady Beltham wrung her hands in despair.
"Why do you wish to force me to leave my dear companions?"
"Were you not ready to leave everything, Lady Beltham, to make a new life for yourself with—him you love?"
"Alas!"
"Remember last Tuesday night at the Neuilly mansion!"
"Ah! You should have carried me off then, not left me time to think it over. Now I am no longer willing."
"You will go! Yes or no. Will you obey?"
"I will—for, after all, I love you!"
The two tragic beings were silent for a moment, listening; outside the church the uproar grew in violence, brief orders were being shouted, a blowing of whistles. Suddenly, uttering a hoarse cry, the ruffian exclaimed:
"The police! The police are on the track of Fantômas! Juve's police. Well, this time Fantômas will be too much for them. Lady Beltham—till we meet again."