Almost ungovernable fury was, indeed, the weakest spot in John Ryder's armour, for in these moments of appalling wrath he was reckless of what he said or did, friendship, self-interest, prudence--all were sacrificed.
Such was the Colossus on whom all eyes were turned as he entered.
Instantly the conversations stopped as by magic.

The directors nudged each other and whispered.

Instinctively, Ryder singled out his crony, Senator Roberts, who advanced with effusive gesture: "Hello, Senator!" "You're punctual as usual, Mr.Ryder.I never knew you to be late!" The great man chuckled, and the little men standing around, listening breathlessly, chuckled in respectful sympathy, and they elbowed and pushed one another in their efforts to attract Ryder's notice, like so many cowardly hyenas not daring to approach the lordly wolf.

Senator Roberts made a remark in a low tone to Ryder, whereupon the latter laughed.

The bystanders congratulated each other silently.