Jesus sat pensive, with His head leaning on His hand, and gently swayed His sunburnt foot.

The disciples were conversing together, and only Thomas gazed at him attentively and seriously, like a conscientious tailor taking measurement.

Judas smiled; Thomas did not reply to the smile; but evidently took it into account, as he did everything else, and continued to gaze.

But something unpleasant alarmed the left side of Judas' countenance as he looked round.

John, handsome, pure, without a single fleck upon his snow-white conscience, was looking at him out of a dark corner, with cold but beautiful eyes.