Still, though, the _Foudroyant_ made no sign of giving in. _Lassata, nondum satiata_--all was not quite over yet. So the _Monmouth_ continued her cannonade. Until the enemy made the customary sign of surrender, Lieutenant Carkett had no option but to go on firing. Commodore du Quesne was holding out _pour l'honneur du pavillon_: and also for his own personal credit. He had not long to wait. Within a few minutes of the _Foudroyant's_ fire giving over the _Swiftsure_ arrived on the scene. Ranging up under the _Monmouth's_ stern, she hailed across requesting her to stop her fire. The _Monmouth_ held her hand. She had done her work, and there was no need to do more now. As the _Monmouth's_ gunner, reporting on the night's expenditure, stated, the ship had fired away no fewer than 80 barrels of gunpowder (about four tons weight of powder), with 1546 round-shot, 540 grape-shot, and 156 double-headed shot. Then the _Swiftsure_ rounded in to pass between the _Monmouth_ and the _Foudroyant_. All her batteries were lighted up, showing the men standing ready by the guns. Captain Stanhope as he came abreast hailed the _Foudroyant_, asking if she had surrendered. Her ensign was down. It had been shot away about the same time that the mizen-mast went. The reply came instantly--two shotted guns in rapid succession, and a sharp crackle of musketry. M. le Marquis's honour was not satisfied yet. What followed was inevitable. The _Swiftsure_ had now to administer the _coup de grace_ according to the rules of naval war. As the sound of the _Foudroyant's_ defiance died away, the _Swiftsure's_ double tier burst into flame, and the British seventy-four's broadside crashed into the French ship, sweeping her decks from stem to stern. It was enough. The next instant down came the _Foudroyant's_ lights and she called for quarter. The battle was over. The Marquis du Quesne had refused to surrender to the _Monmouth_ single-handed. It was a point of honour. In the presence of a second British ship and a fresh ship, a seventy-four, his honour was fully satisfied. All the same, when the _Swiftsure's_ officer came on board to receive his sword, he insisted on being taken on board the _Monmouth_ and surrendering it to the commanding officer of that ship, to Lieutenant Carkett, giving it up, we are told, 'with great politeness.' A story was told afterwards that the French commodore expressed himself in bitter terms, and shed tears next morning when in full daylight, at close quarters, he saw the small size of the _Monmouth_ as compared with his own splendid ship. But that is as it may be. The _Hampton Court_ came up some ten minutes after the _Swiftsure_ had arrived. It remained now only to count the cost and overhaul damages.