"Yes?"
"You are a coward. You followed this woman whom you say you love with intent to rob her."
"You are a fool, Alan de Kerival."
Alan raised his arm. Then, ashamed, he let it fall.
"Will you go? Will you go now, at once, or shall I wake Mlle. Annaik, and tell her what I have seen—and from what I believe I have saved her?"
"No, you need not wake her, nor tell her any thing. I know she has never even given me a thought."
Suddenly the man bowed his head. A sob burst through the dark.
Alan put his hand on his shoulder.
"Judik! Judik Kerbastiou! I am sorry for you from my heart. But go ... go now, at once. Nothing shall be said of this. No one shall know any thing. If you wish me to tell my cousin, I will. Then she can see you or not, as she may wish."
"I go. But ... yes, tell her. To-morrow. Tell her to-morrow. Only I would not have hurt her. Tell her that. I go now. Adiou."