His brow was lowering, and his eyes stared darkly before him, avoiding her eyes; his mouth was tightly and contemptuously shut.

In his walk, in his gestures, in the sound of his voice there was a determination and firmness such as his wife had never seen in him.

He went into her room, and without greeting her, walked straight up to her writing-table, and taking her keys, opened a drawer.

"What do you want?" she cried.