He flung himself into the nearest chair when he arrived there and sat with eyes fixed sullenly before him.

He ought to go in search of her, of course, but he was powerless.

His brain was a smouldering furnace in which anxiety and anger strove luridly for the mastery.

But through it all he sat there torpidly staring.

His body felt as though it were weighted with leaden fetters.
He heard a step in the passage, but did not turn his head.