In his eyes there burned a dull, hungering fire.

Men have seen such a look in the eyes of a beast of prey, driven, famished, cornered at last, and at last face to face with its foe.
"Ah! He knows that!" he said slowly.
"Yes, God help us! he knows that." "And who was it ?" Steinmetz moved uneasily from one foot to the other.
"It was a woman," he said.
"A woman ?" "A woman--you know," said Steinmetz slowly.
"Good God! Catrina ?" "No, not Catrina." "Then who ?" cried Paul hoarsely.

His hands fell heavily on the table.
"Your wife!" Paul knew before the words were spoken.
He turned again, and stood looking out of the window with his hands thrust into his pockets.

He stood there for whole minutes in an awful stillness.

The clock on the mantel-piece, a little travelling timepiece, ticked in a hurried way as if anxious to get on.