It was Grio.

There was nothing strange in the man's presence in that place, for he was an idler and a sot; but Claude did not wish to meet him, and debated in his mind whether he should retreat before the other came up.

Pride said one thing, discretion another.

He wanted no fracas, and he was still hanging doubtful, measuring the distance between them, when--away went his thoughts.

What was Grio doing?
The Spaniard had come to a stand, and was leaning on the wall, looking idly into the fosse.