It was grim, terribly grim--and smiling.

There was no excitement, nothing of the passion and half-madness with which he had faced Quade and Rann the night before.

He laughed softly, and his nails dug as harshly into the palms of his hands as they had dug into the sills of the window.
"You poor, drivelling, cowardly fool!" he said to his reflection.

"And you dare to say--you dare to _think_ that she is not your wife ?" As if in reply to his words there came a knock at the door, and from the hall Blackton called: "Here's MacDonald, Aldous.

He wants to see you." Aldous opened the door and the old hunter entered.
"If I ain't interruptin' you, Johnny----" "You're the one man in the world I want to see, Mac.