To gain control of himself, he took out a cigar and lighted it.

But his hand trembled.
"You little fool," he muttered, and sauntered, purposely, slowly toward the cottage.
Chaldea gathered herself up with the spring of a tigress, and in a moment was at his elbow with her face black with rage.

Her tears had vanished and with them went her softer mood.

"You--you reject me," she said in grating tones, and shaking from head to foot as she gripped his shoulder.
"Take away your hand," commanded Lambert sharply, and when she recoiled a pace he faced her squarely.

"You must have been drinking," he declared, hoping to insult her into common sense.