“Why did you not speak out loud?” Having said this, the almost convulsive movement of his thick moustache, as he stood looping Morok full in the face, gave evidence of a severe internal conflict.  Seeing that his adversary preserved a contemptuous silence, he repeated in a sterner voice:  “I ask you, why you did not speak out loud to Mr. Burgomaster, when you were talking of me?”

“Because there are some things so shameful, that one would blush to utter them aloud,” answered Morok insolently.

Till then Dagobert had kept his arms folded; he now extended them violently, clenching his fists.  This sudden movement was so expressive that the two sisters uttered a cry of terror, and drew closer to him.

“Hark ye, Mr. Burgomaster!” said the soldier, grinding his teeth with rage:  “bid that man go down, or I will not answer for myself!”

“What!” said the burgomaster, haughtily; “do you dare to give orders to me?”

“I tell you to make that man go down,” resumed Dagobert, quite beside himself, “or there will be mischief!”

“Dagobert!—­good heaven!—­be calm,” cried the children, grasping his hands.

“It becomes you, certainly—­miserable vagabond that you are—­not to say worse,” returned the burgomaster, in a rage:  “it becomes you to give orders to me!—­Oh! you think to impose upon me, by telling me you have lost your papers!—­It will not serve your turn, for which you carry about with you these two girls, who, in spite of their innocent looks, are perhaps after all—­”

“Wretch!” cried Dagobert, with so terrible a voice and gesture that the official did not dare to finish.  Taking the children by the arm before they could speak a word, the soldier pushed them back into the chamber; then, locking the door, and putting the key into his pocket, he returned precipitately towards the burgomaster, who, frightened at the menacing air and attitude of the veteran, retreated a couple of steps, and held by one hand to the rail of the staircase.

“Listen to me!” said the soldier, seizing the judge by the arm.  “Just now, that scoundrel insulted me—­I bore with it—­for it only concerned myself.  I have heard patiently all your idle talk, because you seemed for a moment to interest yourself in those poor children.  But since you have neither soul, nor pity, nor justice—­I tell you that, burgomaster though you are—­I will spurn you as I would spurn that dog,” pointing again to the Prophet, “if you have the misfortune to mention those two young girls, in any other way than you would speak of your own child!—­Now, do you mark me?”

“What!—­you dare to say,” cried the burgomaster, stammering with rage, “that if I happen to mention two adventuresses—­”

“Hats off!—­when you speak of the daughters of the Duke of Ligny,” cried the soldier, snatching the cap of the burgomaster and flinging it on the ground.  On this act of aggression, Morok could not restrain his joy.  Exasperated and losing all hope, Dagobert had at length yielded to the violence of his anger, after struggling so painfully against it for some hours.