"Open a window or look out, and you will pay dearly for it! Do you hear?
Up! Up! You, too, old crop- ears.

What! would you ?"--with a sudden glare as Carlat hesitated--"that is better! Mademoiselle, until my return." He saw them all out, followed them, and closed the door on the two; who, left together, alone with the gaping window and the disordered feast, maintained a strange silence.

The girl, gripping one hand in the other as if to quell her rising horror, sat looking before her, and seemed barely to breathe.

The man, leaning against the wall at a little distance, bent his eyes, not on her, but on the floor, his face gloomy and distorted.
His first thought should have been of her and for her; his first impulse to console, if he could not save her.

His it should have been to soften, were that possible, the fate before her; to prove to her by words of farewell, the purest and most sacred, that the sacrifice she was making, not to save her own life but the lives of others, was appreciated by him who paid with her the price.
And all these things, and more, may have been in M.de Tignonville's mind; they may even have been uppermost in it, but they found no expression.