As for Jacintha, she was evidently brooding with more ire than she chose to utter before a stranger.

She just slowly unclasped her arms, and, keeping her eye fixed on Dard, pointed with a domineering gesture towards Beaurepaire.

Then the doughty Dard seemed no longer master of his limbs: he rose slowly, with his eyes fastened to hers, and was moving off like an ill-oiled automaton in the direction indicated; but at that a suppressed snigger began to shake Riviere's whole body till it bobbed up and down on the seat.

Dard turned to him for sympathy.
"There, citizen," he cried, "do you see that imperious gesture?
That means you promised to dig in the aristocrat's garden this afternoon, so march! Here, then, is one that has gained nothing by kings being put down, for I am ruled with a mopstick of iron.

Thank your stars, citizen, that you are not in may place." "Dard," retorted Jacintha, "if you don't like your place, I'd quit it.
There are two or three young men down in the village will be glad to take it." "I won't give them the chance, the vile egotists!" cried Dard.