But Salve showed no sign of it.

He was provoked, but cool; and not being the kind of man who would deign to engage in a conflict with a woman, he left the stiletto sticking in the wall, though at first he had thought of seizing it.
"Look here!" she said, suddenly darting over and drawing it out, and then practising with it, laughing all the while, at various spots on the walls of the room, which she hit every time to a nicety.
"You were frightened--confess that you were," she said, teasingly, sitting down opposite to him, heated with the exercise she had gone through.

She gazed into his face with her cheek resting on her hand and her elbow on the table.

"You were afraid; and now you are angry.

The women in your country don't do such things!" Salve turned to her with a look of icy rebuff.