At last he threw doubt upon the pedigree of a bull.

With a snarl Mazarine strode into the house.

He had that pedigree, and it was indisputable.

He would show the young swaggerer that he could not be caught anywhere in this game.
As Joel Mazarine entered the doorway of the house Orlando giggled again, because he had two or three other useful traps ready, and this was really like baiting a bull.

Every thrust made this bull more angry; and Orlando knew that if he became angry enough he could bring things to a head with a device by which the old man would be forced to yield; for he did not want to buy, as much as Mazarine wished to sell.
The device, however, was never used, and Orlando ceased giggling suddenly, for chancing to glance up he saw a face at a window, pale, exquisite, delicate, with eyes that stared and stared at him as though he were a creature from some other world.
Such a look he had never seen in anybody's eyes; such a look Louise Mazarine had never given in her life before.