The scene had positively sickened him.

He turned precipitately towards the door.
"How now, citizen ?" queried the Committee's agent with a sneer.

"Are you not satisfied with what you see ?" "Mayhap the citizen would like to see Capet sitting in a golden chair," interposed Simon the cobbler with a sneer, "and me and my wife kneeling and kissing his hand--what ?" "'Tis the heat of the room," stammered de Batz, who was fumbling with the lock of the door; "my head began to swim." "Spit on their accursed flag, then, like a good patriot, like Capet," retorted Simon gruffly.

"Here, Capet, my son," he added, pulling the boy by the arm with a rough gesture, "get thee to bed; thou art quite drunk enough to satisfy any good Republican." By way of a caress he tweaked the boy's ear and gave him a prod in the back with his bent knee.

He was not wilfully unkind, for just now he was not angry with the lad; rather was he vastly amused with the effect Capet's prayer and Capet's recital of his catechism had had on the visitor.
As to the lad, the intensity of excitement in him was immediately followed by an overwhelming desire for sleep.