She had the air of a trapped animal.
"You!" she exclaimed.

"How did you get here ?" He answered her without change of expression.

A sense of crisis seemed to have made his tone more level, his face stony.
"It is my house," he said.

"I do not often leave it.

I sat in my sleeping chamber behind"-- he pointed to the silken curtains through which he had passed--"I heard your entrance and guessed with pain and regret at your mission." "But a quarter of an hour ago you were at the ball!" "You are mistaken," he replied.