With claws extended, and back curved in sullen irritation, he followed the least movement of his enemy with superb tranquillity.

The metallic sparkle of his eyes troubled Laurent, who hastened to open the dining-room door, and the cat fled with a shrill mew.
Therese had again seated herself before the extinguished fire.

Laurent resumed his walk from bed to window.

It was thus that they awaited day-light.

They did not think of going to bed; their hearts were thoroughly dead.