And soon the mist of passion clearing from his keen wits, he sought swiftly for a means to fasten the quarrel upon Sir Terence in Sir Terence's own coin of galling mockery.

Instantly he found it.

Indeed it was not very far to seek.

O'Moy's jealousy, which was almost a byword, as we know, had been apparent more than once to Samoval.

Remembering it now, it discovered to him at once Sir Terence's most vulnerable spot, and cunningly Samoval proceeded to gall him there.
A smile spread gradually over his white face--a smile of immeasurable malice.
"I am having a very interesting and instructive morning in this atmosphere of Irish boorishness," said he.