I am not particular out of doors, Coadjutor, as you know, but this is my house, and we are going to supper.

Perhaps you do not comprehend the distinction.

Still it exists--for me," with a sneer.
This was as good as Greek to us.

But I so shrank from the priest's malignant eyes, which would not quit us, and felt so much disgust mingled with my anger that when Bezers by a gesture invited me to sit down, I drew back.

"I will not eat with you," I said sullenly; speaking out of a kind of dull obstinacy, or perhaps a childish petulance.
It did not occur to me that this would pierce the Vidame's armour.