He waved aside all food, stating that he had eaten his supper in the lower town.
No sooner had he lighted his pipe than De Leviston rose, shoving back his chair noisily.

A cold, sneering contempt marked his swart face.
"What is the matter, Monsieur de Leviston ?" asked the governor, mildly.
"Your Excellency will pardon me," said De Leviston; "but I find, it impossible to sit at this table till another person leaves it." Surprise and consternation lay written on every face.

The Chevalier lowered his pipe, and looked from one face to another.

He was so tired with the labor of the day, that he had forgotten all about himself and his history.
The governor sat rigid in his chair.

Victor's hand rested on the table; he was ready to rise and meet the blow he knew was coming.
"Explain yourself," said the governor, coldly.