Her touch was tender and skilful in spite of her ill-suppressed anger.

Then she turned away and went towards the door.

Keyork Arabian watched her until her hand was upon the latch.
His sharp eyes twinkled, as though he expected something amusing to occur.
"Unorna!" he said, suddenly, in an altered voice.

She stopped and looked back.
"Well ?" "Do not be angry, Unorna.

Do not go away like this." Unorna turned, almost fiercely, and came back a step.
"Keyork Arabian, do you think you can play upon me as on an instrument?
Do you suppose that I will come and go at your word like a child--or like a dog?
Do you think you can taunt me at one moment, and flatter me the next, and find my humour always at your command ?" The gnome-like little man looked down, made a sort of inclination of his short body, and laid his hand upon his heart.
"I was never presumptuous, my dear lady.