His eyes were bloodshot, his tone was fierce and threatening.

Mr.Sabin was coldly courteous.

The difference between the demeanour of the two men was remarkable.
"You knew what those letters meant! This is a plot! Where is Skinner's report ?" Mr.Sabin raised his eyebrows.

He signaled to the head-waiter.
"Be so good as to continue the service of my dinner," he ordered.

"The champagne is a trifle too chilled.