"And we may as well eat, ourselves.

Lead the horses into the wood.

And do you, Perrot, call Tuez-les-Moines, who is forward.

Two hours' riding should bring us to La Fleche.

We need not leave here, therefore, until the sun is low.
To dinner! To dinner!" Probably he did not feel the indifference he affected, for his face as he ate grew darker, and from time to time he shot a glance, barbed with suspicion, at the minister.