He was close to the table, and remained almost motionless during the discussion that followed, while Philip paced up and down, sometimes pausing before his brother for a moment, and then turning again to resume his walk.

His voice was muffled always, and was hard to hear; now and then it became thick and indistinct with rage, and he cleared his throat roughly, as if he were angry with it, too.

At first he maintained the outward forms of courtesy in words if not in tone, but long before his wrath had reached its final climax he forgot them altogether.
"I had hoped to speak with you in privacy, on matters of great importance.

It has pleased your Highness to make that impossible by your extraordinary behaviour." Don John raised his eyebrows a little incredulously, and answered with perfect calmness.
"I do not recollect doing anything which should seem extraordinary to your Majesty." "You contradict me," retorted Philip.

"That is extraordinary enough, I should think.