For a good three minutes after the departure of William Roper the Lord Loudwater walked up and down the smoking-room.

His redly-glinting eyes still rolled in a terrifying fashion, and still every few seconds he snapped his fingers in the throes of an effort to make up his raging mind whether to begin by an attack on his wife or on Colonel Grey.

He could not remember ever having been so angry in his life; now and again his red eyes saw red.
Then of a sudden he made up his mind that he was at the moment angrier with Colonel Grey.

He would deal with him first.

Olivia could wait.