His hair (of which he was especially careful at other times) was in disorder.

The superficial polish of his manner was gone; the undisguised man, sullen, distrustful, irritated to the last degree of endurance, showed through.

He looked at her with a watchfully suspicious eye; he spoke to her, without preface or apology, in a coldly angry voice.
"Are you aware," he asked, "of what is going on downstairs ?" "I have not left my room," she answered.

"I know that Lady Janet has deferred the explanation which I had promised to give her, and I know no more." "Has nobody told you what Lady Janet did after you left us?
Has nobody told you that she politely placed her own boudoir at the disposal of the very woman whom she had ordered half an hour before to leave the house?
Do you really not know that Mr.Julian Gray has himself conducted this suddenly-honored guest to her place of retirement?
and that I am left alone in the midst of these changes, contradictions, and mysteries--the only person who is kept out in the dark ?" "It is surely needless to ask me these questions," said Mercy, gently.
"Who could possibly have told me what was going on below stairs before you knocked at my door ?" He looked at her with an ironical affectation of surprise.
"You are strangely forgetful to-day," he said.

"Surely your friend Mr.
Julian Gray might have told you?
I am astonished to hear that he has not had his private interview yet." "I don't understand you, Horace." "I don't want you to understand me," he retorted, irritably.