We will drink--" Mr.Fentolin broke off in the middle of his sentence.

The august calm of the great house had been suddenly broken.

From up-stairs came the tumult of raised voices, the slamming of a door, the falling of something heavy upon the floor.

Mr.Fentolin listened with a grim change in his expression.

His smile had departed, his lower lip was thrust out, his eyebrows met.