Sacqueville-Danglars had also been impressed by Entelletto's calculated (according to the model of Horus's úhaxor lítime) indifference to the sumptuosity of the Count's table; he seemed barely to stifle a yawn even when Monte Fato's pet rat Escabiers juggled silmarils while pirouetting on its tail. The baron had concluded that such marvels were familiar to the illustrious descendant of the Pseudonimos. Before long, the two were discussing marriage plans, undeterred by the fact that Mlle. de Sacqueville-Danglars had finally lost patience with Andurillo's importunities and slapped him with the flat of her sword.
The Count, after bidding his guests good night, stood a while enveloped in shadow, smiling a sinister smile.
