I killed the Duke of Buckingham because he twice refused you yourself to appoint me captain; I have punished him for his injustice, that is all." De Winter, stupefied, looked on while the soldiers bound Felton, and could not tell what to think of such insensibility.
One thing alone, however, threw a shade over the pallid brow of Felton.
At every noise he heard, the simple Puritan fancied he recognized the step and voice of Milady coming to throw herself into his arms, to accuse herself, and die with him.
All at once he started.

His eyes became fixed upon a point of the sea, commanded by the terrace where he was.

With the eagle glance of a sailor he had recognized there, where another would have seen only a gull hovering over the waves, the sail of a sloop which was directed toward the cost of France.
He grew deadly pale, placed his hand upon his heart, which was breaking, and at once perceived all the treachery.
"One last favor, my Lord!" said he to the baron.
"What ?" asked his Lordship.
"What o'clock is it ?" The baron drew out his watch.

"It wants ten minutes to nine," said he.
Milady had hastened her departure by an hour and a half.

As soon as she heard the cannon which announced the fatal event, she had ordered the anchor to be weighed.