Do you know that the sight of her made me jealous?
Was it not foolish in me ?" And now, from cold politeness, La Boulaye passed to hot impoliteness.
Roughly he shook her detaining hands from him, and with hardly so much as a word of farewell, he passed down the stairs, leaving her white with passion at the slight he had thereby put upon her.
The beauty seemed to pass out of her face much as the meekness was wont to pass out of her uncle's when he was roused.

Her blue eyes grew steely and cruel as she looked after him.
"Wait, Caron," she muttered to herself, "I will cry quits with you." And then, with a sob of anger, she turned and mounted the stairs to her apartments..