He jerked out his sentences excitedly, striking his hands together and then swinging his arms in strange gestures.

His tone, as he gave utterance to his incoherent self-condemnation, was full of sincere conviction and of anger against himself.

He seemed not to see Unorna, nor to notice her presence in the room.

Suddenly, he stopped, looked at her and came towards her.

His manner became very humble.
"You are right, my dear lady," he said.