"Silence! brother; you will be heard."
"How unlucky," cried the young man, impatiently, stamping his feet, "it is so fine to-day, and the court is so dry."
"We must wait, my child," replied Borromée, with a submission his glance belied.
"But why do you not order them to distribute the arms?"
"I, order!"
"Yes, you."
"You know that I am not the master here; there is the master."
"Yes, asleep, when every one else is awake," replied Jacques, impatiently.
"Let us respect his sleep," said Borromée, overturning a chair, however, as he spoke.
At the sound, Gorenflot looked up and said, sleepily, "Who is there?"