At the mention of the archbishop she chuckled impiously and turned her head to look at Byrne, so that the red glow of the fire flashed in her black eyes and on her white teeth under the dark cowl of the enormous overmantel.
And he smiled at her.
He rested now in the ease of security.

His advent not having been expected there could be no plot against him in existence.

Drowsiness stole upon his senses.

He enjoyed it, but keeping a hold, so he thought at least, on his wits; but he must have been gone further than he thought because he was startled beyond measure by a fiendish uproar.

He had never heard anything so pitilessly strident in his life.