His eyes became black with wrath, and his whole aspect was menacing.

The hand of Cos flew to the hilt of his sword, and he half rose from his chair.

But Santa Anna pushed him back, and then the face of the dictator quickly underwent another transformation.

It became that of the ruler, grave but not threatening.
"Softly, Cos, my brother," he said.

"Bear in mind that he is only a boy.
I offered too much, and he does not understand.