As Henrietta was proceeding, he would murmur now and then,—
“That is so! Yes, of course that had to come next.”
And all these people whose abominable intrigues Henrietta was explaining to him were apparently better known to him than to her, as if he had frequently been in contact with them, or even lived in their intimacy. He gave his judgment on each one with amazing assurance, as the occasion presented itself, saying,—
“Ah! There I recognize Sarah and Mrs. Brian.”
Or,—
“Sir Thorn never does otherwise.”
Or, again,—
“Yes, that is all over Maxime de Brevan.”
And, according to the different phases of the account, he would laugh bitterly and almost convulsively, or he would break out in imprecations.
“What a trick!” he murmured with an accent of deep horror, “what an infernal snare!”