But when he saw the proud aloofness of her look, his longing changed to a dull fury, which he could only keep in check by rigorous steeling of his will against any softening impulse.
So his face was hard as a rock, his voice rasping in its restraint, when he came near and spoke to her.

'You have not had any more fever ?' 'No.' He put two or three questions to her about her health--whether she had taken the medicine he had left for her, and so on, to which she returned almost monosyllabic replies, sufficiently satisfactory in the information they gave him.
'That's all right then,' he said coldly.

'I thought it would be, though I didn't at all like leaving you in such a condition.' 'Really! But it doesn't seem as if you had felt any violent anxiety about me since you came back.

I heard you go to the bathroom a long time ago, and I saw you going up to the Quarters.' He did not appear to notice the latter implication.
'I had to sleep,' he said curtly.

'I was dead beat.' 'Yes, I saw that,' she answered.
'A-ah!' The deep intake of breath made a hissing sound, and he flushed a brick red.