"I'm afraid--" he began.
"No, no! There's plenty of time," remarked the priest, with his soft half-smile and purring tones.

"You finish your cigar here with Mr.Ware, and excuse me while I run down and get rid of the people in the hall." Father Forbes tossed his cigar-end into the fender.

Then he took from the mantel a strange three-cornered black-velvet cap, with a dangling silk tassel at the side, put it on his head, and went out.
Theron, being left alone with the doctor, hardly knew what to do or say.
He took up a paper from the floor beside him, but realized that it would be impolite to go farther, and laid it on his knee.

Some trace of that earlier momentary feeling that he was in hostile hands came back, and worried him.

He lifted himself upright in the chair, and then became conscious that what really disturbed him was the fact that Dr.Ledsmar had turned in his seat, crossed his legs, and was contemplating him with a gravely concentrated scrutiny through his spectacles.
This uncomfortable gaze kept itself up a long way beyond the point of good manners; but the doctor seemed not to mind that at all..