Sometimes he walked, with uneven strides, to and fro the apartments, unheeding the stately groups whom he jostled, or the reproving looks that he attracted; sometimes he paused abruptly, raised his eyes, muttered, twitched his cloak, or played with his sword-knot; or, turning abruptly round upon his solemn neighbours, as some remark on his strange bearing struck his ear, brought the blood to many a haughty cheek by his stern gaze of defiance and disdain.

It was easy to perceive that this personage belonged to the tribe--rash, vain, and young--who are eager to take offence, and to provoke quarrel.
Nevertheless, the cavalier had noble and great qualities.

A stranger to courts, in the camp he was renowned for a chivalrous generosity and an extravagant valour, that emulated the ancient heroes of Spanish romaunt and song.

His was a dawn that promised a hot noon and a glorious eve.
The name of this brave soldier was Martin Fonseca.

He was of an ancient but impoverished house, and related in a remote degree to the Duke de Lerma.