She is a witch! She's the devil's mark on her, I tell you! I'd like to have the finding it!" And with an ugly leer he advanced a step as if he would lay hands on her.
She shrank back, and Claude's eyes blazed.

Fortunately, the bully's mind passed to the first object of his coming; or it may be that he was sober enough to read a warning in the younger man's face.
"Oh! time enough," he said.

"You are not so nice always, I'll be bound.
And things come--hic!--to those who wait! I don't belong to your Sabbaths, I suppose, or you'd be freer! But I want my things, and I am going to have them! I defy thee, Satan! And all thy works!" Still growling under his breath he burst open the staircase door, and stumbled noisily upwards, the light wavering in his hand.

Anne's eyes followed him; she had advanced to the foot of the stairs, and Claude understood the apprehension that held her.

But the sounds did not penetrate to the room on the upper floor, or Madame Royaume did not take the alarm; perhaps she slept.