Both these points suggested reflections which pleased him strangely.

It was quite clear to him that Beatrice distrusted San Miniato, though he had of course no idea of the nature of the telegram concerning which she had wanted information.

He only understood that she was watching San Miniato with suspicion, expecting some sort of foul play.

But there was an immense satisfaction in that thought, and Ruggiero's eyes sparkled as he revolved it in his brain.
As for the other matter, he understood it less clearly.

He was quite conscious of the enormity of his misdeed in telling a lady, and a great lady, according to his view, that he loved her, and in daring to touch the sleeves of her dress with his rough hands.