He had broken away from his daughter's hold, while she, pale and very still, stood leaning one hand upon the table.

His white hair was tossed back from his brow; his eyes flashed; his attitude though vengeful and threatening, was at the same time so bold and commanding that Lorimer caught himself lazily admiring the contour of his figure, and wondering how he would look in marble as an infuriated Viking.
One excellent thing in the dispositions of both Errington and Lorimer was that they never lost temper.

Either they were too lazy or too well-bred.

Undoubtedly they both considered it "bad form." This indifference stood them in good stead now.

They showed no sign whatever of offense, though the old farmer's outbreak of wrath was so sudden and unlooked for, that they remained for a moment silent out of sheer surprise.