My voice was unnatural and my strength seemed to have left me suddenly.
"Are you not well, sir ?" he asked.
"No, sir, he is not well yet." It was the voice of Rayel that answered for me.

He was standing by my side, his lips tightly drawn, and his eyes fixed upon the man Fenlon.
There was a terrible look on his face as he stood there towering above us.

The man turned pale and moved quickly backward two or three steps, staring at my cousin as if in fear of receiving a death-blow.

For an instant, only, he stood like some fierce animal at bay, then turned and walked hurriedly down the deck.

The situation was made all the more impressive by the interval of silence that followed Rayel's words.
"Forgive me," said Mr.Murmurtot, taking my hand, "if this meeting was unpleasant.