"I really think so.

In fact, I may go farther and say that were I in your place, Messer Blondel, I should seize him to-day." "Ay, within the hour!" "This minute!" said Baudichon, last of the three.

And all three, their ultimatum delivered, looked at Blondel, a challenge in their eyes.

If he stood out longer, if he still declined to take the step which prudence demanded, the step on which they were all agreed, they would know that there was something behind, something of which he had not told them.
Blondel read the look, and it perturbed him.

But not to the point of sapping the resolution which he had formed at the Council Table, and to which, once formed, he clung with the obstinacy of an obstinate man.