A bitter smile crossed the lips of the applicant.
“I cannot complain of a refusal founded upon so gracious a compliment. But, enough, Monsieur, you refuse me! May I ask, who will be honored with this command?”
“Lenoir!”
“I thought so—another favorite! Well!—Monsieur, I wish you a good evening.”
“You have refused him, I see,” said Alphonse, returning as the other disappeared.
“Yes, I could do no less. The very suggestion that he might convert the vessel to piratical purposes, was enough to make me resolve against him.”
And, still discussing that and other kindred subjects, Laudonniere
and his young companion followed in the steps of La Genré towards the fortress.
[CHAPTER II.]
That night the young Alphonse D’Erlach might have been seen stealing cautiously from the quarters of Laudonniere