His inexorable eyes looked her into submission; and his lean forefinger shook at her warningly, as if he was quieting a fractious child.
"Hug Frank," he said; "don't hug me.

I haven't done with you yet; when I have, you may shake hands with me, if you like.

Wait, and compose yourself." He left her.

His hands went back into his pockets, and his monotonous march up and down the room began again.
"Ready ?" he asked, stopping short after a while.

She tried to answer.
"Take two minutes more," he said, and resumed his walk with the regularity of clock-work.