Then his eye seemed to take life and his sallow face to kindle into expression.

He leant lightly from the saddle.
"Stay!" he commanded coldly, and as they came to a halt, daring not to disobey him--"approach, girl," he added.
Charlot's brows grew black.

He looked up at the Marquis, but if his glance was sullen and threatening, it was also not free from fear.

Marie obeyed, with eyes downcast and a heightened colour.

If she conjectured at all why they had been stopped, it was but to conclude that M.le Marquis was about to offer her some mark of appreciation.