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when he was moved to anger or any fierce emotion seemed literally to blaze and glow with a burning light.' In another moment he disappeared through the doorway, and I could hear him, in his own room, pulling his chair to the table, and the sound of his inkstand being dragged towards him.
That afternoon he called us together--my son, my daughter, and myself--saying that he had something serious to lay before us.

He went over the circumstances succinctly, and then we three had the incomparable experience of hearing its author read aloud the defence of Father Damien while it was still red-hot from his indignant soul.
As we sat, dazed and overcome by emotion, he pointed out to us that the subject-matter was libellous in the highest degree, and the publication of the article might cause the loss of his entire substance.

Without our concurrence he would not take such a risk.

There was no dissenting voice; how could there be?
The paper was published with almost no change or revision, though afterwards my husband said he considered this a mistake.

He thought he should have waited for his anger to cool, when he might have been more impersonal and less egotistic.
The next day he consulted an eminent lawyer, more from curiosity than from any other reason.