Several of the party have told me since, that on looking at Zanoni they felt their blood yet more heated, and gayety change to resentment.

There seemed in his icy smile a very charm to wound vanity and provoke rage.

It was at this moment that the prince came up to me, and, passing his arm into mine, led me a little apart from the rest.

He had certainly indulged in the same excess as ourselves, but it did not produce the same effect of noisy excitement.

There was, on the contrary, a certain cold arrogance and supercilious scorn in his bearing and language, which, even while affecting so much caressing courtesy towards me, roused my self-love against him.