But something she must have looked, and something of import, though no other than he marked or understood it.
For in a flash he was at the window and his hand was raised for silence.
"Back!" he thundered.

"Back, knaves!" And he whistled shrilly.

"Do what you will," he went on in the same tone, "but not here! Pass on! Pass on!--do you hear ?" But the crowd were not to be lightly diverted.

With a persistence brutal and unquestioning they continued to howl, "Open! Open!" while the man who had broken the window the moment before, Jehan, the cripple with the hideous face, seized the lead-work, and tore away a great piece of it.
Then, laying hold of a bar, he tried to drag it out, setting one foot against the wall below.

Tavannes saw what he did, and his frame seemed to dilate with the fury and violence of his character.
"Dogs!" he shouted, "must I call out my riders and scatter you?
Must I flog you through the streets with stirrup-leathers?
I am Tavannes; beware of me! I have claws and teeth and I bite!" he continued, the scorn in his words exceeding even the rage of the crowd, at which he flung them.