They even provided them with an excellent dinner in the evening.

Such attentions, however, were terrifying to such a quaker as the receiver of taxes; the insurgents he thought would not treat them so well unless they wished to make them fat and tender for the day when they might wish to devour them.
At dusk that day Silvere came face to face with his cousin, Doctor Pascal.

The latter had followed the band on foot, chatting with the workmen who held him in the greatest respect.

At first he had striven to dissuade them from the struggle; and then, as if convinced by their arguments, he had said to them with his kindly smile: "Well, perhaps you are right, my friends; fight if you like, I shall be here to patch up your arms and legs." Then, in the morning he began to gather pebbles and plants along the high road.

He regretted that he had not brought his geologist's hammer and botanical wallet with him.