He came to lean upon O'Moy's writing-table, facing the adjutant.
Yet as they went the adjutant's eyes raked the ballroom in quest of his wife.
"Ye can always thrash an impudent fellow," opined the adjutant.
The interrogation, which seemed almost to cover a reproach, irritated the adjutant.
It was not for Dom Miguel to know that it was the adjutant's fate that was being decided.