Then he turned to his audience of two with flashing eyes: "Wilson, be gone! or I'll break every bone in your body! Mrs.Walraven, be good enough to take yourself off at once.

I don't want eavesdroppers." And having thus paid his elegant lady-wife back in her own coin, Mr.
Walraven stalked into the library like a sulky lion, banged the door and locked it.
Mrs.Carl stood a moment in petrified silence in the hall, then sailed in majestic displeasure out of the house, into the waiting carriage, and was whirled away to the Academy.
"Turn and turn about.

Mr.Carl Walraven," she said, between set, white teeth.

"My turn next! I'll ferret out your guilty secrets before long, as sure as my name is Blanche!" Mr.Walraven faced Miriam in the library with folded arms and fiery eyes, goaded to recklessness, a panther at bay.
"Well, you she-devil, what do you want ?" "Mary Dane." "Find her, then!" said Carl Walraven, fiercely.

"I know nothing about her." The woman looked at him long and keenly.