The green eyes were staring at the bookshelves beyond Olga, but it was a stony, pitiless stare.

Had he any idea as to how formidable he looked, she wondered?
Surely--surely he did not mean to keep her against her will! He could not! She collected herself and spoke.

"Dr.Wyndham, will you let me go ?" Instantly his eyes met hers.

"Certainly," he said, "if you will promise me first not to go to 'The Ship' till after the funeral." She felt her face gradually whitening.

"But I mean to go.