In old days the woman would have been burned as a witch, for she has certainly bewitched that pair, though no one else can see wherein her wondrous charm lies." Later on in the evening, when the company had somewhat thinned, and when the card rooms had drawn off a number of those who yet remained, the Duke was seen strolling by himself through the suite of rooms, exchanging friendly nods and words with the many eager acquaintances he met there.
Marlborough had that recollection of faces which is so often the prerogative of royalty; and he had none of the pride which hinders a man from greeting an old friend, even though his station in life was humble.

The Duke had been but the son of a country gentleman, when he came to court as plain John Churchill.

He had climbed the ladder of fame and fortune fast; but he remembered his former friends, and never forgot to salute them in company.

His charm of manner was felt by all who came in contact with him.

However worried or hard pressed, he never let his irritation be seen, and he never appeared in haste.