You have made me very happy, Count." He bent low over the frail hand he was holding.
"Your assurance that I have made you happy repays me very fully, since your happiness is my tenderest concern.

Believe me, dear lady, you may ever count Jeronymo de Samoval your most devoted and obedient slave." He bore the hand to his lips and held it to them for a long moment, whilst with heightened colour and eyes that sparkled, more, be it confessed, from excitement than from gratitude, she stood passively considering his bowed dark head.
As he came erect again a movement under the archway caught his eye, and turning he found himself confronting Sir Terence and Miss Armytage, who were approaching.

If it vexed him to have been caught by a husband notoriously jealous in an attitude not altogether uncompromising, Samoval betrayed no sign of it.
With smooth self-possession he hailed O'Moy: "General, you come in time to enable me to take my leave of you.

I was on the point of going." "So I perceived," said O'Moy tartly.

He had almost said: "So I had hoped." His frosty manner would have imposed constraint upon any man less master of himself than Samoval.