I should not have thought it, if I had not known it.

Here was my advantage: I had known his monstrous vanity all my life.
So he talked of himself in his various surreptitious ways until coffee came, Miss Landry listening eagerly, and my poor friend making no effort; for what were his quiet United States absurdities compared to the whole-world gaieties and Abyssinian adventures of this Othello, particularly for a young girl to whom Antonio's type was unfamiliar?
For the first time I saw my young man's brave front desert him.

His mouth drooped, and his eyes had an appearance of having gazed long at a bright light.

I saw that he, unhappy one, was at last too sure what her answer would be.
For myself, I said very little--I waited.

I hoped and believed Antonio would attack me in his clever, disguised way, for he had always hated me and my dead brother, and he had never failed to prove himself too skilful for us.