"Now I do desire your death very strongly indeed--there would be so much less vermin on the face of the earth....

But pardon me--I was interrupting you....

Will you be so kind as to proceed ?" Chauvelin had not winced at the insult.

His enemy's attitude now left him completely indifferent.

He had seen that self-possessed man of the world, that dainty and fastidious dandy, in the throes of an overmastering passion.