She carried herself with almost machine-like erectness; her skirts were noiseless.

She had the trick of turning the handle of the door in perfect silence.

He heard her calm voice in the hall.
"Doctor Sarson is to go to Mr.Fentolin." Mr.Fentolin sat quite still, feeling his own pulse.
"That woman," he muttered to himself, "that--woman--some day I shouldn't be surprised if she really--" He paused.

The doctor had entered the room.
"I am upset, Sarson," he declared.

"Come and feel my pulse quickly.