"What my son means and what he says are vastly different things." "It will sorely tax your wits, madame," laughed Marius brutally, "to make clear that difference." And then the Seneschal nervously cleared his throat and muttering that it waxed late and he must be riding home, made shift to rise.

Him, too, the Marquise at once subdued.

She was not minded that he should go just yet.

It might be useful to her hereafter to have had him present at this conference, into which she meant to draw him until she should have made him one with them, a party to their guilt.

For the task she needed not over many words: just one or two and a melting glance or so, and the rebellion in his bosom was quelled at once.
But with the captain her wiles were not so readily successful.