His eyes had a fierce restlessness in them, and glanced from his wife to a gentleman who stood confronting him and then back to her in a strange and menacing way.
Mrs.Abercrombie's face was deadly pale.

She said a few words hurriedly to her husband, and then drew him from the parlor.
"What's the matter ?" asked Mr.Elliott, crossing over and speaking to the gentleman against whom the anger of General Abercrombie had seemed to be directed.
"Heaven knows," was answered, "unless he's jealous of his wife." "Very strange conduct," said one.
"Been drinking too much," remarked another.
"What did he do ?" inquired a third.
"Didn't you see it?
Mr.Ertsen was promenading with Mrs.Abercrombie, when the general swept down upon them as fierce as a lion and took the lady from his arm." This was exaggeration.

The thing was done more quietly, but still with enough of anger and menace to create something more than a ripple on the surface.
A little while afterward the general and Mrs.Abercrombie were seen coming down stairs and going along the hall.

His face was rigid and stern.

He looked neither to the right nor the left, but with eyes set forward made his way toward the street door.