The Enemy could do no less than go to them with his pleasantest acknowledgment.

His rugged face relaxed into a most charming, winsome smile, half-diffident, half-assured.
He passed among the wives of his clients without so much as a sign of recognition, coolly indifferent to the admiring glances that sought his face.

The dark, langourous eyes that flashed eager admiration a moment before now turned sullen with disappointment.

He had ignored their owners; he had avoided them as if they were dust heaps in the path; he had spurned them as if they were dogs by the roadside.

And yet he smiled upon the Englishwoman, he spoke with her, he admired her! The sharp intake of breath that swept through the crowd told plainer than words the story of the angry eyes that followed him to the end of the pier, where the officer's boat was landing.
"I have heard that you expect a visitor," said the Enemy in his most agreeable manner.