For a moment Paul and Catrina were left, as it were, alone.
When the countess was once fairly roused from her chronic lethargy her voice usually acquired a metallic ring which dominated any other conversation that might be going on in the room.
"I wish you happiness," said Catrina, and no one heard her but Paul.

She did not raise her eyes to his, but looked vaguely at his collar.

Her voice was short and rather breathless, as if she had just emerged from deep water.
"Thank you," answered Paul simply.
He turned and somewhat naturally looked at his wife.

Catrina's thoughts followed his.

A man is at a disadvantage in the presence of the woman who loves him.