If ever anyone of us can fathom Benoni's strange character we may hope to understand that phase of it along with the rest.
He seemed as indifferent to his own mistakes and follies as to the sufferings of others.
"Sir," she said, "whatever may be the will of my father, I will not permit you to discuss it, still less to hold up his anger as a threat to scare me.

You need not follow me," she added, as he rose.
"I will follow you, whether you wish it or not, countess," he said, fiercely; and, as she flew across the court to the door he strode swiftly by her side, hissing his words into her ear.

"I will follow you to tell you that I know more of you than you think, and I know how little right you have to be so proud.

I know your lover.

I know of your meetings, your comings and your goings--" They reached the door, but Benoni barred the way with his long arm, and seemed about to lay a hand upon her wrist, so that she shrank back against the heavy doorpost in an agony of horror and loathing and wounded pride.