He eyed the two with a sneering laugh, and, turning, flung his cloak on a chair.

It was ill-aimed and fell to the ground.
"Why the devil don't you light ?" he cried violently.

"Eh ?" He added something in which the words "Old hag's devilry!" were alone audible.
"Do you hear ?" he continued, more coherently.

"Why don't you light?
What black games are you playing, I'd like to know?
I want my things!" Claude's fingers tingled, but danger and responsibility are sure teachers, and he restrained himself.

Neither of them answered, but Anne fetched the lamp, and kindling a splinter of wood lighted it, and placed it on the table.