But what?
"He gave her a questioning glance.

On her face the expression of anguish and ennui changed, it seemed to me, when she looked at him, into an expression of anxiety for HIM.

For a moment I stood in the doorway, holding the dagger hidden behind my back.

Suddenly he smiled, and in a voice that was indifferent almost to the point of ridicule, he said: "'We were having some music.' "'I did not expect--,' she began at the same time, chiming in with the tone of the other.
"But neither he nor she finished their remarks.

The same rage that I had felt the previous week took possession of me.