I had intended to be calm, to reason with him, to exact my terms with a cold logical brain.

I did none of these things.
Without a word of warning, before he even knew I was in the room, I sprang on him, clutching him, shaking him in a blind insensate fury till my strength suddenly failed me and left me sick and giddy.
"'I am Remington,' I said--'Jim Remington.' I leaned against the table, panting and exhausted, looking at him.

His self-control was something to marvel at.

He just sat still, returning my look with cold motionless eyes, no doubt trying to discern the features of the man he had wronged through the film of age.

But in spite of his self-control I could see the grey pallor of fear creeping into his face, and he could not keep his lips from trembling.