Charlot returned to the window to learn from Guyot that the citoyennes thanked the Citizen-captain, but that they were tired and sought to be excused, asking nothing better than to be allowed to remain at peace in their carriage.
"Sacred name of a name!" he croaked, a trifle thickly, for the wine he had taken was mastering him more and more.

"Are they defying us?
Since they will not accept an invitation, compel them to obey a command.

Bring them up at once, Guyot." "At once, Captain," was the answer, and Guyot went about the business.
Charlot closed the window and approached the table.
"They are coquettish these scented dames," he mocked, as he poured himself out some wine.

"You are not drinking Caron." "It is perhaps wise that one of us should remain sober," answered the Deputy quietly, for in spite of a certain sympathy with the feelings by which Charlot was actuated, he was in dead antipathy to this baiting of women that seemed toward.
Charlot made no answer.

He drained his goblet and set it down with a bang.