Here was this inexperienced girl, blind with enthusiasm, drunk with success, her head completely turned by her reception last night, actually advising an assault upon the enemy before the arrival of the army of relief, which had been forced to return to Blois to cross the river, and which could not arrive for a few more days.
What madness would she next propose?
Well, at least La Hire and Dunois were there to curb her folly and impetuosity.

A chit of a girl like that to sit and tell them all to go forth to certain death at her command! As though they would not want all their strength to aid the relieving army to enter when it should appear! As though they were going to weaken themselves beforehand by any mad scheme of hers! Thus the storm arose.

Even La Hire, Dunois, and the Treasurer himself, were against her.

As for the lesser officers, when they began to speak, they scarce knew how to contain themselves, and restrain their anger and scorn from showing itself too markedly towards one who held the King's mandate of command.
And of late the Maid had always been listened to with such honour and respect! How would she bear this contradiction and veiled contempt, she who had come to assume the command of the city and its armies at the King's desire?
She sat very still and quiet at the table, as the storm hummed about her.

Her clear gaze travelled from face to face as one or another of the officers rose and spoke.