When it was over I flung myself on one of the beds prepared for us, shrinking from my companions rather in misery than in resentment.
No explanation had passed between us.

Still I knew that the other two from time to time eyed me doubtfully.

I feigned therefore to be asleep, but I heard Bure enter to bid us good-night--and see that we had not escaped.

And I was conscious too of the question Croisette put to him, "Does M.de Pavannes lie alone to-night, Bure ?" "Not entirely," the captain answered with gloomy meaning.

Indeed he seemed in bad spirits himself, or tired.