defarge and the three glanced darkly at one another. the looks of all of them were dark, repressed, and revengeful, as they listened to the countryman's story; the manner of all of them, while it was secret, was authoritative too. they had the air of a rough tribunal; jacques one and two sitting on the old pallet-bed, each with his chin resting on his hand, and his eyes intent on the road-mender; jacques three, equally intent, on one knee behind them, with his agitated hand always gliding over the network of fine nerves about his mouth and nose; defarge standing between them and the narrator, whom he had stationed in the light of the window, by turns looking from him to them, and from them to him.