He called his servants in a loud, rasping voice, and left the room in seeming anger, driving them before him, the one carrying his dag, and the other, two candles.
When I came down early next morning, the first person I met was Blaise Bure.

He looked rather fiercer and more shabby by daylight than candlelight.

But he saluted me respectfully; and this, since it was clear that he did not respect many people, inclined me to regard him with favour.

It is always so, the more savage the dog, the more highly we prize its attentions.

I asked him who the Huguenot noble was who had supped with us.