And the two eyed one another with little favour; rather as birds of prey about to quarrel over the spoil, than as host and guest.

Perhaps the Coadjutor's glittering eyes and great beak-like nose made me think of this.
"Ho! ho!" he said, looking piercingly at us--and no doubt we must have seemed a miserable and dejected crew enough.

"Who are these?
Not the first-fruits of the night, eh ?" The Vidame looked darkly at him.

"No," he answered brusquely.

"They are not.