The spring sun was setting in great clouds of red and gold fire, a pleasant coolness was coming over the heated landscape, and every building, fence, and tree was touched by a soft but vivid light.
Braxton led the way into the house and into a great room, where Francisco Alvarez sat in a high chair, keeping state like a feudal lord.

He waved his hand and the soldiers withdrew.

Then he said to Braxton Wyatt: "I wish to speak alone, absolutely alone, to Senor Ware, and I must ask you to leave us for a little while." Braxton turned on his heel, his anger but half concealed, and the Spaniard smiled to himself, Francisco Alvarez was a wily man, a reader of the minds of others, and he did not object to the present displeasure of Wyatt.
But he said nothing until the renegade was gone.

Henry, meanwhile, had quietly taken his seat in a cane chair.

He was not of any mind to stand in the presence of this man who bore himself as if he were master of everything by right divine.
Francisco Alvarez observed the act and understood its meaning.