Chesney's eyebrows flicked together for an instant, then smoothed again.
"Whose instructions?" he asked calmly.
She just paused, then said timidly:
"Dr. Carfew's, Cecil."
He felt the subdued billow of his rage heave again. It calmed under his fierce resolve.
"What were they?" he asked.
She explained, almost whispering in her shyness and anxiety at having to name such things to him.
The wave rose again. He rode it with a short laugh.
"So I'm to be fattened like a holiday ox!" he said. "Incarcerated and made plump for Virtue's altar!"
He laughed again, closing his eyes. When he opened them he looked grave and very serious.