A Tiger - Part 4

The wave of negative emotion was an instantaneous thing. The peasantry were ruckus in their cries of disgust. They raised their fists, and jeered like a mob. That they could be so riled, but still so under control seemed a contradiction. Whenever so many thousands gathered like that, on a common emotion, it always seemed like a mere small matter of time before they would explode.

The noblemen expressed in their own sterner ways, with shakes of the head, and looks of the utmost discontent, though they did not sully themselves by standing and moving as overtly as the peasantry did.