The husband who did not understand her watched her with something of the indulgent, protecting expression which we see on the face of the owner of an enchanting puppy, which is ready to gallop on india rubber legs after any pair of boots which appears on its low horizon.
* * * * * The guests had ebbed away by degrees.

Lord John Alington, a tall, bald, boring Englishman, and one or two others, remained behind, arranging some expedition with the duke.
Michael's chief had long since gone.

Michael did not depart with him, but took his leave a few moments later.

Michael's departure from Rome the following day on urgent affairs was generally known.

The duke had watched him bid Fay a mechanical farewell, and had then expressed an urbane regret at his departure.