His demeanour was that of a man who struggles with his rage.

His accents were hurried, and scarcely articulate.

'I have ten words to say to you,' said he; 'lead into the house, and to some private room.

My business with you will be despatched in a breath.' "I made him no answer, but led the way into my house, and to my study.
On entering this room, I put the light upon the table, and, turning to my visitant, prepared silently to hear what he had to unfold.

He struck his clenched hand against the table with violence.