She sat stiff, with eyes fixed and staring.

She was watching Lemerre, and she was watching him fascinated with terror.

He was holding in his hand the large, bright aluminium flask.

He poured a little of the contents very carefully on to a piece of the sack; and then with an exclamation of anger he turned towards Hanaud.

But Hanaud was supporting Celia; and so, as Lemerre turned abruptly towards him with the flask in his hand, he turned abruptly towards Celia too.