He was scowling.
He strode into the middle of the room, and stood there, with his feet wide apart and his elbows slightly swaying.

His hat was still on.
"Your servant said you couldn't see me," he said, with his back teeth set together, a method of enunciation that seemed to be habitual.
"Didn't want to would be truer, Marty," answered Mrs.Wayne, with a utmost good temper.

"Still, as long as you're here, what do you want ?" Marty Burke didn't answer at once.

He stood looking at Mrs.Wayne under his lowering brows; he had stopped swinging his elbows, and was now very slightly twitching his cane, as an evilly disposed cat will twitch the end of its tail.
Mrs.Farron watched him almost breathlessly.

She was a little frightened, but the sensation was pleasurable.