It would be impossible to describe the expression of hate and baffled malignity, of anger and hellish rage, which came over the Count's face.

His waxen hue became greenish-yellow by the contrast of his burning eyes, and the red scar on the forehead showed on the pallid skin like a palpitating wound.
The next instant, with a sinuous dive he swept under Harker's arm, ere his blow could fall, and grasping a handful of the money from the floor, dashed across the room, threw himself at the window.

Amid the crash and glitter of the falling glass, he tumbled into the flagged area below.

Through the sound of the shivering glass I could hear the "ting" of the gold, as some of the sovereigns fell on the flagging.
We ran over and saw him spring unhurt from the ground.

He, rushing up the steps, crossed the flagged yard, and pushed open the stable door.
There he turned and spoke to us.
"You think to baffle me, you with your pale faces all in a row, like sheep in a butcher's.