She remained a dominating figure.

The unnatural restraint imposed upon himself, however, made his voice sound hard and unfamiliar.

There were little patches of white around his mouth; his teeth showed, when he spoke, more than usual.
"If there were any one else," he declared, "and that some one else should chance to be an Englishman, I would find a new hell for him." "There is no one else," she answered calmly, "but if there ever should be, Oscar Immelan, and if you ever interfered with him, either in this country or any other, my arm would follow you around the world.

Remember that." She turned away for a moment, eager to gain a brief respite from his darkening face.

When she looked around, he was gone.