The Count stiffened; but beyond that he preserved his outward calm whilst confessing that he did not understand Sir Terence's meaning.
"It's this way," said Sir Terence.

"I've noticed that ye're not looking so very well lately, Count." "Really?
You think that ?" The words were mechanical.

The dark eyes continued to scrutinise that bronzed face suspiciously.
"I do, and it's sorry I am to see it.

But I know what it is.

It's this walking backwards and forwards between here and Bispo that's doing the mischief.