"First Captain Tremayne--" "Now don't be after blaming old Ireland for Tremayne's shortcomings.
Tremayne's just a clumsy mannered Englishman." "I am glad to know there is a distinction.

Indeed I might have perceived it for myself.

In motives, of course, that distinction is great indeed, and I hope that I am not slow to discover it, and in your case to excuse it.

I quite understand and even sympathise with your feelings, General." "I am glad of that now," said Sir Terence, who had understood nothing of all this.
"Naturally," the Count pursued on a smooth, level note of amiability, "when a man, himself no longer young, commits the folly of taking a young and charming wife, he is to be forgiven when a natural anxiety drives him to lengths which in another might be resented." He bowed before the empurpling Sir Terence.
"Ye're a damned coxcomb, it seems," was the answering roar.
"Of course you would assume it.

It was to be expected.