They never, in those days, saw Madelon elsewhere.

She went to meeting every Sabbath day and sang as usual, but between the hymns she sat with her beautiful face as irresponsive to all around her as a painted portrait, and more so, for the eyes of a portrait will often seem to follow an ardent gazer.

Madelon's father and brothers, except Richard and Louis, who kept their own counsel, were much bewildered among themselves at her strange mood, and were inclined to hold the opinion that her wits were a little shaken, and, moreover, to keep it quiet and secret from everybody until she should be quite restored.
They said little to her, treating her with a kind of forbearing compassion; but the indignation of them all was fierce, although held well in check, against Burr Gordon.

Him they held accountable for all.
Burr Gordon might well have been quit of any charge of cowardice had he shrunk from facing the male Hautvilles on those days.

They passed him in the road with the looks of surly dogs in leash.