Mr.Melton stood looking round him so long that I had full time to regain my own attitude of calm.

At last he seemed to come back to the knowledge that someone was waiting for him, and sauntered leisurely forward.

There was so much insolence--mind you, not insolence that was intended to appear as such--in his movement that the mountaineers began to steal forward.
When he was close up to the Voivodin, and she put out her hand to take his, he put forward _one finger_! I could hear the intake of the breath of the men, now close around, for I had moved forward, too.

I thought it would be as well to be close to your guest, lest something should happen to him.

The Voivodin still kept her splendid self-control.