Grio, too, knew enough to seek refuge in sullen silence.

Claude alone, impatient of the constraint which descended on the party at the great man's coming, continued to talk in a raised voice.

"Good soup to-night, Anne," he said cheerfully.
For days past he had been using himself to speak to her easily and lightly, as if she were no more to him than to the others.
She did not answer--she seldom did.

But "Good ?" Basterga sneered in his most cutting tone.

"Ay, for schoolboys! And such as have no palate save for pap!" Claude being young took the thrust a little to heart.