Perhaps I had better say no more." Gertrude, by turning away to put up her cue, signified that that was a point for him to consider; she not intending to trouble herself about it.

When she faced him again, he was motionless and dejected, with a wistful expression like that of a dog that has proffered a caress and received a kick.

Remorse, and a vague sense that there was something base in her attitude towards him, overcame her.

She looked at him for an instant and left the room.
The look excited him.

He did not understand it, nor attempt to understand it; but it was a look that he had never before seen in her face or in that of any other woman.