Outside the hall, Barode Barouche winked an eye knowingly.

"He's got it all down to a science.

Look at him--kissing the young chick.

Nevertheless, he's walking into an abyss." Carnac was near enough now for the confidence in his face to be seen.
Barouche's eyes suddenly grew resentful.

Sometimes he had a feeling of deep affection for his young challenger; sometimes there was a storm of anger in his bosom, a hatred which can be felt only for a member of one's own family.