He was the very same priest whom I had seen two hours before with Bezers, and had so greatly disliked! I hated his pale face as much now as I had then.

Even the errand of good on which he had come could not blind me to his thin-lipped mouth, to his mock humility and crafty eyes.

"I have had no task so pleasant for many days," added he, with every appearance of a desire to propitiate.
But, seemingly, Madame de Pavannes had something of the same feeling towards him which I had myself; for she started at the sound of his voice, and disengaging herself from her sister's arms--it seemed it was her sister--shrank back from the pair.

She bowed indeed in acknowledgment of his words.

But there was little gratitude in the movement, and less warmth.