"Tell it me at once?
You were there all the time.

I could see you watching.

Tell me what you thought ?" She had turned her head now, and her eyes were fixed upon his.

They were large and soft, capable, he knew, of infinite expression.

Yet at that moment the light that shone from them was simply one of fear, half curious, half shrinking.
"My impression," he said, "was that both of you disliked and feared Mr.
Fentolin, yet for some reason or other that you were his abject slaves." Her fingers seemed suddenly inspired with diabolical strength and energy.