My frame shook with the vehemence of my apprehensions.
Yet I was not wholly lost to myself: I vigilantly marked his demeanour.
His looks were grave, but not without perturbation.

What species of inquietude it betrayed, the light was not strong enough to enable me to discover.

He stood still; but his eyes wandered from one object to another.

When these powerful organs were fixed upon me, I shrunk into myself.

At length, he broke silence.