Indeed, I had looked for Monmouth's voice first, for an oath of vexation at the interruption, for a curse on the intruder and a haughty order to him to be gone and not interfere with what concerned his betters.

No such word, nor any words, issued from the mouth of the Duke.

And still M.de Perrencourt was silent.

Carford stole covertly from the steps nearer to the group until, gliding across the hall, he was almost at the Frenchman's elbow.

Still M.de Perrencourt was silent.
Slowly and reluctantly, as though in deference to an order that he loathed but dared not disobey, Monmouth drew his arm away; he loosed Barbara's hand, she drew back, leaning against the wall; the Duke stood with his arms by his side, looking at the man who interrupted his sport and seemed to have power to control his will.