"This is the position, Master Manuel ?" The fair man, so fine and quick that I loved to look at him, bowed and stepped back to his canvas, where he took up his brush and fell to work.

The Queen and the Archbishop began to speak earnestly together.

Words and sentences floated to Juan Lepe standing by the arras.

The Queen made thoughtful pauses, looking before her with steady blue eyes and a somewhat lifted face.

I noted that when she did this Manuel Rodriguez painted fast.
There fell a pause in their talk.