I condone it with the rest.

And because I condone it, because I sympathise with what in a man of your age and temperament must amount to an affliction, I hasten to assure you upon my honour that so far as I am concerned there are no grounds for your anxiety." "And who the devil asks for your assurances?
It's stark mad ye are to suppose that I ever needed them." "Of course you must say that," Samoval insisted, with a confident and superior smile.

He shook his head, his expression one of amused sorrow.
"Sir Terence, you have knocked at the wrong door.

You are youthful at least in your impulsiveness, but you are surely as blind as old Pantaloon in the comedy or you would see where your industry would be better employed in shielding your wife's honour and your own." Goaded to fury, his blue eyes aflame now with passion, Sir Terence considered the sleek and subtle gentleman before him, and it was in that moment that the Count's subtlety soared to its finest heights.

In a flash of inspiration he perceived the advantages to be drawn by himself from conducting this quarrel to extremes.
This is not mere idle speculation.