Then anger stirred in him, and quenched the sorrow with which at first he had marked the signs of her repulsion.

But anger in Marius de Condillac was a cold and deadly emotion that vented itself in no rantings, uttered no loud-voiced threats or denunciations, prompted no waving of arms or plucking forth of weapons.
He stooped towards her again from his stately, graceful height.
The cruelty hidden in the beautiful lines of his mouth took instant prominence in the smile that flickered round it.
"I think that Battista makes a very excellent watchdog," he said, and you would have thought him amused, as if at the foolish subterfuge of some little child.

"You may be right to dislike him.

He knows no French, so that it may not be yours to pervert and bribe him with promises of what you will do if he assists you to escape; but you will see that this very quality which renders him detestable to you renders him invaluable to us." He laughed softly, as one well pleased with his own astuteness, doffed his hat with a politeness almost exaggerated, and whistling his dog he abruptly left her.
Thus were Marius and his mother--to whom he bore the tale of Valerie's request--tricked further into reposing the very fullest trust in the watchful, incorruptible "Battista." Realizing that this would be so, Garnache now applied himself more unreservedly to putting into effect the plans he had been maturing.

And he went about it with a zest that knew no flagging, with a relish that nothing could impair.