This contemptuous silence redoubled Corentin's inward rage.

Laurence and the abbe (the two minds of their little world) had talked the man over and drawn their conclusions.

Gothard and Catherine had set the breakfast-table near the fire and the abbe and his sister were sharing the meal.

Neither masters nor servants paid the slightest attention to the two spies, who walked up and down the garden, the courtyard or the lawn, returning every now and then to the salon.
At half-past two the lieutenant reappeared.
"I found the corporal," he said to Corentin, "lying in the road which leads from the pavilion of Cinq-Cygne to the farm at Bellache.

He has no wound, only a bad contusion of the head, caused, apparently, by his fall.