the people closed round, and looked at monsieur the marquis. there was nothing revealed by the many eyes that looked at him but watchfulness and eagerness; there was no visible menacing or anger. neither did the people say anything; after the first cry, they had been silent, and they remained so. the voice of the submissive man who had spoken, was flat and tame in its extreme submission. monsieur the marquis ran his eyes over them all, as if they had been mere rats come out of their holes.