He, for his part, was radiant, with a joy which he sought to conceal, calming his friends in his desire not to cry victory too soon.

However, the eyes of the band glittered, like those of a pack of hounds when the moment draws near for the offal of the quarry to be distributed.

And even Mege also looked triumphant.

He had all but overthrown the ministry.

That made another one that was worn out, and by-and-by he would wear out Vignon's, and at last govern in his turn.
"The devil!" muttered little Massot, "Chaigneux and Duthil look like whipped dogs.