He had two straws in his hand, and he threw himself down by the fire and relieved Margaret of the cooking part: then suddenly recognizing the burgomaster, he coloured all over.

Ghysbrecht Van Swieten started and glared at him, and took his hand out of his purse.

"Oh!" said he bitterly, "I am not wanted," and went slowly on, casting a long look of suspicion on Margaret, and hostility on Gerard, that was not very intelligible.
However, there was something about it that Margaret could read enough to blush at, and almost toss her head.

Gerard only stared with surprise.
"By St.Bavon, I think the old miser grudges us three our quart of soup," said he.

When the young man put that interpretation on Ghysbrecht's strange and meaning look, Margaret was greatly relieved, and smiled gaily on the speaker.
Meanwhile Ghysbrecht plodded on, more wretched in his wealth than these in their poverty.