There was a tenseness which gave to him even in repose a look of activity.
"Well, it's the truth, then," he said, and his voice took on an accent of bitterness.

"And here's more truth.

I never thought to see you here to-night." "Did you think that I should be afraid ?" asked Violet Oliver in a low, steady voice.
"Afraid!" Shere Ali turned towards her in surprise and met her gaze.

"No." "Why, then, should I break my word?
Have I done it so often ?" Shere Ali did not answer her directly.
"You promised to write to me," he said, and Violet Oliver replied at once: "Yes.

And I did write." "You wrote twice," he cried bitterly.