Yes, he hesitated.

He--a Caylus.
Turning to him again, I repeated my question impatiently.

"Which shall it be?
A moment, and we shall be moving on, and it will be too late." He laid his hand hurriedly on my bridle, and began a rambling answer.
Rambling as it was I gathered his meaning.

It was enough for me! I cut him short with one word of fiery indignation, and turned to Marie and spoke quickly.

"Will you, then ?" I said.
But Marie shook his head in perplexity, and answering little, said the same.