He waited a little, in the vain hope that she would relent: she turned away from him.
A spasm of pain distorted his handsome face.

He opened the door that led to his side of the cottage--paused--and looked back at Cristel.

She took no notice of him.

As he moved again to the door and left us, the hysterical passion in him forced its way outward--he burst into tears.
The dog sprang up from his refuge under the table, and shook himself joyfully.

Cristel breathed again freely, and joined me at my end of the room.