There was a wistful look in his eyes indeed, as if he were thinking of something or some one far away--Kit's face on the sunny hills of Quercy where he had ridden with her, perhaps; a look which seemed to say that the doings here were nothing to him, and the parting was yonder where she was.
But his bearing was calm and collected, his step firm and fearless.
When he saw us, indeed his face lightened a moment and he greeted us cheerfully, even acknowledging Bure's salutation with dignity and good temper.

Croisette sprang towards him impulsively, and cried his name--Croisette ever the first to speak.

But before Louis could grasp his hand, the door at the bottom of the hall was swung open, and the Vidame came hurriedly in.
He was alone.

He glanced round, his forbidding face, which was somewhat flushed as if by haste, wearing a scowl.

Then he saw us, and, nodding haughtily, strode up the floor, his spurs clanking heavily on the boards.