Croisette was silent.
The two were left henceforth to one another.
Yet the Vidame seemed to be put out by the interruption.

Muttering a string of oaths he strode from us to the window and back again.

The cool cynicism, with which he was wont to veil his anger and impose on other men, while it heightened the effect of his ruthless deeds, in part fell from him.

He showed himself as he was--masterful, and violent, hating, with all the strength of a turbulent nature which had never known a check.

I quailed before him myself.