And one of the two was Grio.
Mercier paused we have said; he expected an outburst of anger if not an assault.

But a second glance at the old ruffian's face relieved him: a stare of vacant wonder made it plain that Grio sober retained little of the doings of Grio drunk.

Nevertheless, the silent gaze of the three--for no one greeted him--took Claude aback; and it was but awkwardly and with embarrassment that he approached the table, and prepared to add himself to the party.

Something in their looks as well as their silence whispered him unwelcome.

He blushed, and addressing the young man at the larger table-- "I have taken Tissot's room," he said shyly.