"Another significant fact," he said, as we went out of the room and crossed the hall. "I will go in alone."
"No, I have a right to be present."
"It is most unseemly; as unseemly as your smile. My poor Karl." He spoke as if he were genuinely dismayed at the blow, sighed deeply, paused to brace himself for the task, and then entered.
The room was gloomy enough to make it impossible to see anything clearly; but I had arranged the sofa pillow on the couch and covered it with the rug.
He was really affected; although not in the way he intended me to believe. He crossed slowly to the couch and stood by it, as if lacking courage to turn back the rug.
I went to the window and drawing the curtain let the blind up and the sunlight in.
He was now very pale, and his hands twitched restlessly.
"You do not dare to look on the brother whose murder you planned," I said, with cold distinctness.
"How dare you say that, at such a time, madam," he cried fiercely; and taking the rug he turned it back gently.
I laughed.