His countenance was a mask of ferocity restrained by intelligence, cold and calculating.
Oh, he would pay the score that lay between himself and those two who had betrayed him.

They should receive treachery for treachery, mockery for mockery, and for dishonour death.

They had deemed him an old fool! What was the expression that Samoval had used--Pantaloon in the comedy?
Well, well! He had been Pantaloon in the comedy so far.

But now they should find him Pantaloon in the tragedy--nay, not Pantaloon at all, but Polichinelle, the sinister jester, the cynical clown, who laughs in murdering.

And in anguished silence should they bear the punishment he would mete out to them, or else in no less anguished speech themselves proclaim their own dastardy to the world.
His wife he beheld now in a new light.