She lay as he had left her, except that her face was now pillowed in her arms, and the long sobs kept her body quivering.

Curiosity swept over Pierre, looking down at her, but chiefly a puzzled grief such as a man feels when a friend is in trouble.

He came closer and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Jack!" She turned far enough to strike his hand away and instantly resumed her former position, though the sobs were softer.

This childish anger irritated him.

He was about to storm out of the room when the thought of the hundred dollars stopped him.