At this juncture forth came the adjutant.

I did not like him.

His eyes were not good.

There was nothing of the lowly Galilean about him, but a great deal of the centurion who said: "For I am a man in authority, having soldiers under me; and I say to this man, Go, and he goeth; and to another, Come, and he cometh; and to my servant, Do this, and he doeth it." Well, he looked at us in just that way, and those nearest to him quailed.
Then he lifted his voice.
"Stop this 'ere, now, or I'll turn you the other wy an' march you out, an' you'll get no breakfast." I cannot convey by printed speech the insufferable way in which he said this.

He seemed to me to revel in that he was a man in authority, able to say to half a thousand ragged wretches, "you may eat or go hungry, as I elect." To deny us our breakfast after standing for hours! It was an awful threat, and the pitiful, abject silence which instantly fell attested its awfulness.