She was making mysterious motions with her hands, as if expostulating with some phantom of her thoughts, muttering and shaking her head rapidly.

Her husband stared across in silence for a moment.
"By God! she doesn't improve with age," he growled; then, louder: "What's the matter with you?
What are you making that noise for ?" The question went unheeded.

To his astonishment she sprang to her feet with a kind of grotesque vivacity, and, darting over to the window, began gesticulating again with an angry persistency, as if to some one outside.
Thalassa left his seat and went to the window also.

His wife had ceased her gestures, and stood still listening and watching.

Thalassa pulled back the blind, and looked out.