But apparently he saw that Claude, thoroughly dispirited, was making no motion to carry out his threats of vengeance; and he thought better of it.

He came in slowly, and closed the door after him.

Turning his cap in his hand, and with his eyes slyly fixed on Claude, he made without a word for his bed-closet, entered it, and closed the door behind him.
His silence was strange, and his furtive manner impressed Claude unpleasantly.

They seemed to imply a knowledge that boded ill; nor was the impression they made weakened when, two minutes later, the closet door opened again, and he came out.
"What is it ?" Claude asked, speaking sharply.

He was not going to put up with mystery of this sort.
For answer Louis' eyes met his a moment; then the young man, without speaking, slid across the room to a chair on which lay a book.