“Captain.”
“Ser-r-rgeant.”
“Surely, surely, sergeant, this lady would ask a favor.”
“Oh, Sir! I’m terribly frightened. I was endeavoring—I am still terribly frightened—but your men stopped me. I was endeavoring to reach my castle—my castle of Berkenfelt.”
“Berkenfelt.”
“Berkenfelt. Do you know my castle of Berkenfelt?”
“Now, what connexion can there be between Captain Bazancourt and that name.” The grizzly sergeant said this amusingly, but it had a strange effect on the aristocrat.
“Captain Bazancourt, did you say Captain Bazancourt?”
“Yes, you know him perhaps!”
“Know him—yes—my sister—I think—was secretly married to him—and their daughter.”