Another cry answered his, but it was so ironical and mocking that the old pirate, whose nerves were as hard as cords, and who had never trembled in his life, felt a shudder of terror run over all his limbs; his hair stood erect in horror, and an icy perspiration beaded on his temples. The Count turned round; a man wrapped in a large black cloak, and with a red plumed hat on his head, was standing by his side. The man's face was ashy, his eyes glistened with a gloomy fire, and his parched up lips grimaced a mournful smile. The Count regarded him for a moment with surprise; but as, after all, he was a brave sailor who feared nothing in the world, he asked the stranger, in a firm voice, who he was, and how he happened to be at this spot. To these two questions the unknown answered politely that he had heard say that the Count de Sourdis was seeking an architect capable of building him a strong and handsome castle, and that he had come to treat with him. The chieftain bowed courteously, and the following dialogue took place between the speakers. "Do you not think, master," the pirate said, "that this spot is excellently chosen for the place I meditate?" "Excellency," the stranger replied, "you could not have found a better site all along the coast." The pirate smiled proudly. "Yes," he said, "and when my castle is built, no one will be able to assail it." "Oh, of course." "Look here," he continued, making the stranger a sign to follow him, "this is what I propose doing." And walking round the plateau, he described the plan in its fullest details: the stranger approved of it by nodding his head and smiling his crafty smile. In the meanwhile time was passing: for about an hour day had given way to night, and gloom had gradually invaded the rock; the pirate, carried away by the irresistible attraction a man ever feels in ventilating his ideas, specially to a person who seems to approve of them, continued his demonstrations without noticing that the darkness had grown too dense for the person he was addressing to derive great profit from what he was saying; at length he turned to the stranger. "Well," he asked him, "what do you think of it?" "It is perfect," the other answered. "Is it not?" the Chief asked, with an air of conviction. "Yes, but--" "Ah," said the pirate, "there is a but then?" "There is always one," the stranger objected judiciously. "That is true," the old pirate muttered. "You are aware that I am an architect?" "You told me so." "Well, I have made a plan too." "Indeed, indeed!" "Yes, if you will permit me, Excellency, I shall have the honour of submitting it to you." "Do so, my dear fellow, do so," the Chief said with a condescending smile, for he was convinced in his heart that his plan was the better of the two. "Directly." "But I have an idea." "What is it?" "Why, it is rather dark, and in order to judge of your plan--" "A light would be necessary, I suppose you mean, Excellency."