As Faith looked, her face slightly flushed.

She bent forward till she saw one figure get down and, waving a hand to the party on the coach as it moved on, disappear into the gateway of the Cloistered House.
"What is the office they have given him ?" asked Soolsby, disapproval in his tone, his eyes fixed on the disappearing figure.
"They have made Lord Eglington Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs," she answered.
"And what means that to a common mind ?" "That what his Government does in Egypt will mean good or bad to our Egyptian," she returned.
"That he can do our man good or ill ?" Soolsby asked sharply--"that he, yonder, can do that ?" She inclined her head.
"When I see him doing ill--well, when I see him doing that"-- he snatched up a piece of wood from the floor--"then I will break him, so!" He snapped the stick across his knee, and threw the pieces on the ground.

He was excited.

He got to his feet and walked up and down the little room, his lips shut tight, his round eyes flaring.
Faith watched him in astonishment.

In the past she had seen his face cloud over, his eyes grow sulky, at the mention of Lord Eglington's name; she knew that Soolsby hated him; but his aversion now was more definite and violent than he had before shown, save on that night long ago when David went first to Egypt, and she had heard hard words between them in this same hut.