Its deadly quietness made her tremble.
"I haven't finished," she said.

"I have been waiting for you." "You needn't have done that," he said.

"I won't have any, Peter," he turned on the waiting servant, "get me some brandy!" He sat down, setting her free.

But she remained beside him, and after a moment laid her hand lightly upon his shoulder, without words.
He reached up instantly, caught and held it in a grip that almost made her wince.

"Stella," he said, "it's been a very short honeymoon, but I'm afraid it's over.