un," said Zac; "I felt it; an', now
you've come, don't go away agin."

"O, but I haf to go to ze comtesse," said Margot; "zat ees--to-day--"

"Go back to the countess! Why, you ain't goin' to give me up--air
you?" said Zac, dolefully.

"O, no, not eef you don't want me to," said Margot. "But to-day I
moos go to ze comtesse, an' afterward you sall ask her, eef you want
me."

At this, which was spoken in a timid, hesitating way, Zac took her in
his arms, and gave her a tremendous smack, which Terry tried hard not
to hear.

"Wal," said he, "thar's Pere Michel, that's a Moosoo an' a Roman
Catholic; but he'll do."

"O, but you moos not talk of Pere Michel till you see ze comtesse,"
said Margot; "an' now I sall tank you to take me back to her, or send
me back by one of de men."

Zac did not send her back, but took her back to the shore himself.
Then the fortifications of Louisbourg--the dread and bugbear of all
New England--closed him in; but Zac noticed nothing of these. It was
only Margot whom he saw; and he took her to the citadel, to the
Residency. On his arrival, Claude came forth to greet him, with
beaming eyes and open arms. Pere Michel greeted him, also, with
affectionate cordiality. For the simple Yankee had won the priest's
heart, as well on account of his own virtues as for his son's sake.
He also took enough interest in him to note his dealings with Margot,
and to suggest to him, in a sly way, that, under the circumstances,
although Zac was a bigoted Protestant, a Roman Catholic priest could
do just as well as a Protestant parson. Whereupon Zac went off with a
broad grin, that lasted for weeks.

The postponement of Florian's departure caused some disappointment to
that worthy gentleman, which, however, was alleviated by the thought
that he had been able to benefit his injured friend, and bring a
villain to punishment; and also by the thought that his departure to
France would not be long delayed. To those friends he devoted
himself, and sought by every means in his power to make their
recollections of Louisbourg more pleasant than they had thus far
been. Claude, and his bride, and his father were honored guests at
the Residency, where they were urged to remain as long as they could
content themselves, and until they could decide about their future
movements.

For now, though the name of Montresor had been redeemed, and justice
had at last been done, it was not easy for them to decide about their
futu