His broad, deeply lined face was flushed with the excitement of the moment.

His great mournful eyes, yellow and drawn with much reading and the hardships of a rigorous climate, were fixed anxiously on her face.
Etta was not looking at him.

Her eyes were turned toward the window, but they did not see with comprehension.

She was stony and stubborn.
"Princess," said Steinmetz, "answer me before it is too late.

Has De Chauxville any other hold over you ?" Etta nodded, and the little action brought a sudden gleam to the Frenchman's eyes.
"If," said Steinmetz, looking from one to the other, "if you two have been deceiving Paul I will have no mercy, I warn you of that." Etta turned on him.
"Can you not believe me ?" she cried.