He comes and throws at him more talk than he had ever heard boomed out in an hour, and certainly touching the deepest things Anthony had ever discovered in himself, and flings words like "unfair" whose very sound is abhorrent to him.

Unfair! Undue advantage! He! Unfair to that girl?
Cruel to her! No scorn could stand against the impression of such charges advanced with heat and conviction.

They shook him.

They were yet vibrating in the air of that stuffy hotel-room, terrific, disturbing, impossible to get rid of, when the door opened and Flora de Barral entered.
He did not even notice that she was late.

He was sitting on a sofa plunged in gloom.