I cannot allow either of you to cover your faces with too much grime; an honest farm labourer should not look over-dirty, and your chances of being discovered and detained are, at the outset, far greater than those which Ffoulkes and Tony will run--" Armand had said nothing during this time.

While Blakeney was unfolding his plan for him and for Lord Hastings--a plan which practically was a command--he had sat with his arms folded across his chest, his head sunk upon his breast.

When Blakeney had asked if they were satisfied, he had taken no part in Hastings' protest nor responded to his leader's good-humoured banter.
Though he did not look up even now, yet he felt that Percy's eyes were fixed upon him, and they seemed to scorch into his soul.

He made a great effort to appear eager like the others, and yet from the first a chill had struck at his heart.

He could not leave Paris before he had seen Jeanne.
He looked up suddenly, trying to seem unconcerned; he even looked his chief fully in the face.
"When ought we to leave Paris ?" he asked calmly.
"You MUST leave at daybreak," replied Blakeney with a slight, almost imperceptible emphasis on the word of command.