He was the only sunlight that the gloomy place rejoiced in.

He bowed low over my oppressor's hand, smiled upon me, and began to utter platitudes in English.
"Oh, you may speak French," she said carelessly.
"But your brother...." he answered.
"I understand French very well," I said.

I was in no mood to spare him embarrassments; wanted to show him that I had a hold over him, and knew he wasn't the proper person to talk to a young lady.

He glared at me haughtily.
"But yesterday ..." he began in a tone that burlesqued august displeasure.

I was wondering what he had looked like on the other side of the door--whilst that lady had been explaining his nature to me.
"Yesterday I wished to avoid embarrassments," I said; "I was to represent your views about Greenland.