Her hard eyes glittered; her laboured breathing was audible.
Indifferent to all demonstrations of emotion which did not scientifically concern him, Benjulia quietly rose and advanced towards her.

She seemed to be unconscious of his presence.

He spoke--allowing her to ignore him without troubling himself to notice her temper.

"When you are able to attend to me, I want to speak to you.

Shall I wait downstairs ?" He took his hat and stick--to leave the room; looked at Carmina as he passed her; and at once went back to his place at the window.