Out of their sphere he did not trust them, and he simply objected to them when out of their sphere: the last four words being uttered staccato.
'But we trust her to do what she has undertaken to do,' said Laura.
The count brightened prodigiously from his suspicion to a certainty; and as he was still smiling at the egregious trap his clever but unskilled daughter had fallen into, he found himself listening incredulously to her plain additional sentence:--'She has easy command of three octaves.' By which the allusion was transformed from politics to Art.

Had Laura reserved this cunning turn a little further, yielding to the natural temptation to increase the shock of the antithetical battery, she would have betrayed herself: but it came at the right moment: the count gave up his arms.

He told her that this Signorina Vittoria was suspected.
'Whom will they not suspect!' interjected Laura.

He assured her that if a conspiracy had ripened it must fail.

She was to believe that he abhorred the part of a spy or informer, but he was bound, since she was reckless, to watch over his daughter; and also bound, that he might be of service to her, to earn by service to others as much power as he could reasonably hope to obtain.