But Crispin had remarked that singular expression on Joseph's face--fleeting though it had been--and it flashed across his mind that Joseph knew him.

And as he moved away towards Cynthia and her father, he thanked Heaven that he had taken such measures as he had thought wise and prudent for the carrying out of his resolve.
Following him with a glance, Joseph asked himself whether Crispin had discovered that he was recognized, and had determined to withdraw, leaving his vengeance for another and more propitious season.

In answer--little knowing the measure of the man he dealt with--he told himself it must be so, and having arrived at that conclusion, he there and then determined that Crispin should not depart free to return and plague them when he listed.

Since Galliard shrank from forcing matters to an issue, he himself would do it that very night, and thereby settle for all time his business.

And so ere he sat down to sup Joseph looked to it that his sword lay at hand behind his chair at the table-head.
The meal was a quiet one enough.