"You did not hide it on board the Unicorn. Some of the passengers, disembarking three days ago at St. Pierre, have spoken of it; this rumor has reached the counting house of Blue Beard and her business manager has informed his employer." "I am forced to confess," replied the chevalier, after a moment's reflection, "that Blue Beard has singular means of corresponding with one. This is a queer little mail." "Ah, well, my son, I hope the lesson will profit you," said the priest. Then he continued, addressing the two slaves who were carrying in the blinds and were about to raise them into place, "It is unnecessary, my children, I see there is nothing to fear." The slaves, accustomed to a blind obedience, took away the impromptu defenses. The chevalier looked at the priest with astonishment. "Without doubt," said the good father, "the word of the dwellers at Devil's Cliff is sacred; I have nothing at present to fear from them, nor you either, my son, because you are warned, and you will necessarily give up your mad plan." "I, Father?" "How----" "May I become blacker this moment than your two negroes if I renounce it." "What do you say--after such a warning?" "Well, who is to tell me that this warning comes from Blue Beard? It may come from a rival--from the buccaneer, the filibuster, or the cannibal. For I have quite a selection among the gallant admirers of the beauty of Devil's Cliff." "Ah, well, what does it signify----" "How? What does it signify, Father? But I intend to show these would-be wits what the blood of a De Croustillac is! Ah! they think to intimidate me! They do not know this sword which, look you, would move in its scabbard! whose steel would blush with indignation if I were to renounce my undertaking!" "My son, this is madness, sheer madness----" "And what a coward, what a sheep, would the Chevalier de Croustillac appear in the eyes of Blue Beard if he were so pusillanimous as to be daunted by so little!" "By so little! but two inches higher and you would have been killed!" "But as it was two inches lower, and I was _not_ killed, I will consecrate my life to taming the willful heart of Blue Beard and to vanquishing my rivals, be they ten, twenty, thirty, one hundred or ten thousand," replied the Gascon, with growing enthusiasm. "But if this act was the order of the mistress of Devil's Cliff?" "If it was done by her order, she shall see, the cruel one, that I will brave the death to which she would send me, in order to reach her heart. She is a woman; she will appreciate such valor. I do not know if she is a Venus but I know that without wronging the god Mars I Polypheme Amador de Croustillac am terribly martial; and from beauty to courage there is but a step." One must imagine the exaggeration and Gascon accent of the chevalier to have an idea of this scene.