The performance being so far at an end, Zo called to the dog, and issued her orders once more.
"Now make Tinker kick his leg!" Benjulia obeyed once again.

The young tyrant was not satisfied yet.
"Now tickle Carmina!" she said.
He heard this without laughing: his fleshless lips never relaxed into a smile.

To Carmina's unutterable embarrassment, he looked at her, when she laughed, with steadier attention than ever.

Those coldly-inquiring eyes exercised some inscrutable influence over her.

Now they made her angry; and now they frightened her.