In this fashion she nimbly pursued a train of vitiated logic, passing
from inconsequence to inconsequence. And O'Moy, thankful that she
should take such a view this - mercifully hopeful that the last had
been heard of his peccant and vexatious brother-in-law - content,
more than content, to leave her comforted such illusions.
And then, while she was still discussing the matter terms of
comparative calm, came an orderly to summon him away, so that he
left her in the company of Samoval.
The Count had been deeply shocked by the discover that Dick Butler
was Lady O'Moy's brother, and a little confused that he himself in
his ignorance should have been the means of bringing to her knowledge
a painful matter that touched her so closely and that hitherto had
been so carefully concealed from her by her husband. He was thankful
that she should take so op optimistic a view, and quick to perceive
O'Moy's charitable desire to leave her optimism undispelled. But
he was no less quick to perceive the opportunities which the
circumstances afforded him to further a certain deep intrigue upon
which he was engaged.
Therefore he did not take his leave just yet. He sauntered with
Lady O'Moy on the terrace above the wooded slopes that screened the
village of Alcantara, and there discovered her mind to be even more
frivolous and unstable than his perspicuity had hitherto suspected.
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