He would have added more, but the Frenchman thought this question one that needed answering.
"Parbleu!" he swore, his amusement rising.

"It seem to matter somet'ing." "Damn me!" swore Blake, red in the face from pale that he had been.

"Do you conceive that if I had run away with his wife for her own sake I had fetched her to you ?" He lurched forward as he spoke, but kept his distance from Wilding, who stood between Ruth and him.
Feversham bowed sardonically.

"You are a such flatterer, Sare Rowlan'," said he, laughter bubbling in his words.
Blake looked his scorn of this trivial Frenchman, who, upon scenting what appeared to be the comedy of an outraged husband overtaking the man who had carried off his wife, forgot the serious business, a part of which Sir Rowland had already imparted to him.

Captain Wentworth--a time-serving gentleman--smiled with this French general of a British army that he might win the great man's favour.
"I have told your lordship," said Blake, froth on his lips, "that the twenty men I had from you, as well as Ensign Norris, are dead in Bridgwater, and that my plan to carry off King Monmouth has come to ruin, all because we were betrayed by this woman.